Qi Rong hummed as he looked at his work with satisfaction. The dirty terrible mess around him and the pile of prisoners his loyal servants were already dragging to his lair. He would dine on them later. Something still struck him as odd here, though. He was clearly aware that he had raided someone's wedding, and yet he hadn't seen a single bride. No, his pride couldn't allow him to let go of a single living soul here.

Qi Rong hummed, walking through the nearest, already empty houses of this small village just in case. He sensed that there was still a person in one of them.