"Thank you." Xie Yutang murmured somewhat awkwardly in a low voice and dashed to his mother's side.
Feng Jiu smiled and looked down at the bandaged wound.
"Burn our people's corpses and return their ashes to their families." The old man ordered the dark guards and sighed as he looked at the dead bodies.
Fire rose in the night sky, illuminating half of the sky. A gust of wind blew and there was a foul odour in the air…
The guards carried out his orders and burned the corpses, collecting the ashes and storing them in the jars taken from their cosmos sacks.
She could tell they were skilled and well-prepared. This was obviously not the first time they had done something similar. When several of their dark guards were killed previously, it appeared that this was how they dealt with the corpses.
