Over by the smoke was a small town. It appeared dilapidated, more like a site abandoned for hundreds of years than a human settlement.
"Monsters! Monsters! The monsters are here again! Run!"
The residents inside the town saw Zhang Xiaoman descend from the sky and were so frightened they all hid away. A small squad of guards in tattered iron armor came forward, trembling as they pointed long spears at the newcomer, their arms shaking uncontrollably.
"Guloom..."
A middle-aged soldier with a dusty face and a battered iron helmet swallowed hard and approached with reluctance, saying:
"You, what kind of monster are you... Our town has already signed a contract with the Black Bear Lord, offering you tributes every month, why... why have you still come to... come to our place..."
The middle-aged soldier stammered to the end of his words and quickly retreated back into the group out of fear.
