Long Yan surveyed his surroundings; the walls around were made of thatch, and beside him, on top of a cabinet, there rested a copper mirror covered in dust. Yet the central table was wiped spotless, bringing a trace of life to the otherwise derelict house.
"You're awake?"
Creaking open, the gate of the thatched cottage was pushed, and as the house trembled, Long Yan felt as if the whole structure was on the verge of collapsing.
Standing before Long Yan was a kindly old man, who was leading a boy under the age of ten by the right hand.
Long Yan felt the hair on his body stand on end. Where was this place? This was the Death Domain; how could humans possibly survive here?
"Who are you?"
After a moment's thought, Long Yan still voiced his query. The elderly man's face showed a kindly smile.
"Just a couple of mountain and wild village men."
"Mountain and wild village men can't possibly have the ability to live in this Death Domain."