These branching paths were like the candy of death, always tempting travelers along the way to stop for a rest in the houses.
However, the several hundred people did not waver and continued to press on with gritted teeth.
After all, they still felt the heavy weight of the Fifth Prince's army on their minds.
Ah Dao quietly stared down at the village from the top of the horse carriage, feeling that there was something eerie about it.
However, the only way to Biluo was this main road, and they had no choice but to take it.
Ah Dao, having no other option, could only instruct everyone to stay alert.
With the warning from the team ahead, those following unconsciously became more vigilant, their eyes constantly scanning the village below the mountain.
Yet, as they looked, they began to sense that something was amiss.
"How come there's no sign of smoke at this time?"
This single sentence stirred up waves of concern, and everyone couldn't help but look down.