The sun had risen, casting its mild winter warmth over the entire world, and under the illumination, Taklamakan Lake dazzled like a bright mirror embedded into the earth.
However, for several miles around this mirror, there was utter silence—no sound at all, eerily quiet.
"Tap, tap, tap…"
It was a long time later when the sound of footsteps finally rang out, and a group of people quickly made their way to the lakeshore.
Upon seeing the numerous bodies scattered around haphazardly, Franklin's eyes widened bit by bit, his mouth agape. Even someone as composed as him was plunged into extreme shock at that moment.
Previously, he and Tu Ke, who had led this group, had lost contact, and there had been various speculations, one of which guessed that the other party might have encountered trouble that was not easy to resolve.
But he had absolutely not expected that this trouble would result in Tu Ke and his group lying dead, thoroughly cleaned up by the lakeside.
