Li Juntang’s expression was grim. Not daring to linger, he quickly led his men to retreat into a safer area. Only after they had distanced themselves from that sinister place did everyone finally let out a long breath of relief. As the saying goes, tug a single thread and the whole web quivers --- just one soldier touching a single flower had set off such a violent chain reaction. It was truly terrifying. At this moment, Li Juntang and his men finally understood: This dazzling, colorful scenery was in fact filled with deadly peril. “Rest here. Remain on guard at all times,” Li Juntang ordered, leaning on his sword as he caught his breath. The wound on his back was soaked with sweat, stinging so badly that his vision nearly went dark. He motioned for two personal guards to keep watch while he leaned against a tree trunk to recover. In just a few short minutes earlier, they had lost more than a dozen skilled men. The loss gnawed at his heart. The medics were busy bandagin...