C2551 Poison Corpse
A narrow strip of sky.
Deep within a dense forest, Hua Hsing and his two companions stared intently at a weathered tombstone. The stone was marred with countless cracks, and the passage of time had rendered the inscription almost illegible.
After a long examination, they could barely make out three words: Wild Dragon Sky.
"What do these words mean?" Zeng Mao asked.
Hua Hsing pondered aloud
