Chapter 527: Crisis Looming

The moon was dim and the stars sparse, a gentle breeze caressed the air; the tropical primal forest was a dense pressure of darkness, seemingly an endless realm of night. On a slope within the dense forest, a bonfire blazed fiercely, devouring the gloom and illuminating the surroundings. In the deep, dark woods, it was peculiarly conspicuous. By the fire, a robust young man sat quietly, his gaze firmly fixed on the phantom depths of the forest, deep in thought—this was Luo Zheng.

After killing the last Assassin, Luo Zheng did not delay. Estimating the direction, he hastened his march until, unconsciously, it turned dark, forcing him to stop for rest in this forest. Gradually, Luo Zheng smelled a fragrance and, delighted, grabbed a Japanese sword next to him, scraping away the ashes and soil under the fire, fishing out a soot-covered mass.