These people included both men and women.
By their stance, the leader was a middle-aged man.
He looked dignified, but his complexion was dark, hair disheveled, strong in build, and carried a heavy sword on his back.
The heavy sword was quite long; although not as exaggerated as the Qilin Swordsman's Seven Feet Mysterious Light Sword, it was still far from ordinary.
Standing next to him was a scholar, looking somewhat frail.
The scholar appeared to be older than him by a few years.
With a thin mustache divided into two, his eyes had a slightly cunning look.
At this moment, he scanned around with a worried expression:
"Where is that kid named Lin?"
Just then, a person quickly came forward.
It was a young man dressed similarly to an ordinary mountain bandit, his face splotchy in black and white, indistinct.
Upon approaching, he hurriedly said:
"Master, I'm here."
"Hmph."
The master gave him a cold glance, then frowned and said:
