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