Golden Lion’s Cave

Seated on the ground and leaning against the cave, Hui Yue popped a medicinal pill into his mouth much like the one he gave Wang Ju Long. After only a few moments he was standing up once more.

Just as he rose, the door to the carriage opened, but the young white-haired man rushed towards them and closed it. “I’m sorry young master this is not a sight you want to see,” he said with a genuinely apologetic voice.

The view was not one for the young master. Corpses were littered all over the ground; some were whole while others weren’t. A few of the bandits were still alive, holding on by sheer willpower while wailing in agony.

The ground was no longer dry and dusty. Instead, small streams of blood flowed from the corpses, and the stench was overwhelming.