The man was clad in a black robe, appearing to be in his mid-forties with an utterly ordinary face that bore no remarkable features.
Stepping out from between the mountain streams, the middle-aged man's eyes immediately fell upon a pile of bones on the ground, still draped with scraps of flesh, the bloodstains not yet dry.
Upon seeing this, the man's complexion abruptly changed, and he became instantly alert.
"This place doesn't seem peaceful at all," the middle-aged man muttered to himself, scrutinizing the skeletal remains on the ground.
He was shocked by his observation, for the skeleton had been cleaved from the skull down, the body split cleanly into two halves.
Moreover, the remains of the flesh on the body suggested the person had likely been torn apart by insectoid Demon Beasts after death; otherwise, it wouldn't have ended up in such a state.