Faint traces by the wall showed that these people had been hiding here for a long time, constantly monitoring the apothecary.
They were likely waiting to be the first to spot reinforcements from Qingfeng Temple so they could plan their next move.
With a flick of his sword, Lin Hui sent the cylinder in the woman's hand flying into the air and caught it.
"Let's see what's stronger: your confidence or my blade..." He pinched the thin cord at the bottom of the cylinder, about to pull it.
"Friend, you'd better think this through." Suddenly, an old man with messy hair and a grizzled beard emerged from the nearby shadows, carrying a brown pipa.
The old man was clearly a Martial Artist, and definitely not an ordinary one.
His pipa wasn't made of wood, but forged from pure metal. An ordinary person, or even an average Martial Artist, couldn't hope to defeat an enemy with such a weapon. They would likely injure themselves just by swinging it too fast.
