C200 A Massacre

Two powders dispersed with the wind. Lin Yu pocketed the porcelain bottle, held his breath, and fixed his eyes on the camp. He leaped from the tree and crouched, stealthily hiding among the surrounding bushes as he cautiously edged closer to the encampment.

"The ladies from Mindspire are something else. Just wait until the Lord and that kid are finished with them. On the way back