Book 3 Dark Omen

Chapter 107 Book 3 Dark Omen

The sun hung low in the sky, its fading light casting an eerie orange glow over the desolate landscape of Zong Village. What was once a haven of prosperity, with golden fields of grain and bustling marketplaces, had become a wasteland of cracked earth and skeletal trees. The winds whispered mournfully through the abandoned streets, carrying with them the faint, acrid smell of decay.

A few years had passed since the feud between the two princes of Qinglan State, and the scars of their conflict still marred the land. Hao Gunlai, the tall, lean-bodied second prince, stood next to his mount near the edge of the dark forest that bordered the village. He wiped the sweat from his brow, his sharp features etched with tension. He had just emerged from the depths of the forest, his once-pristine armor now spattered with blood and filth.