"The spot is thirty miles away in the mountains, where the ancient Tang tombs were," he said. "I've heard that several bands of bladesmen have already gone there."
"And what happened?"
"This... they all went mad, killed one another, and died. According to one who survived, they encountered something foul, and it was everywhere in the mountains!"
"Ptui, what idiots!"
Yuan Zhetian sneered contemptuously, "That man is a Magician, and yet they blundered in so foolishly, what's the difference between that and seeking death?"
"Go, summon the men!"
"Yes!"
The short man leaped up and dashed down the earthen mound, riding away on a fast horse, quickly disappearing from sight.
Yuan Zhetian then bit down on a straw, pulled down his bamboo hat, crossed his legs, and reclined under the tree to rest.
