The carriage continued forward, soon arriving outside the village.
Smoke and fire filled the village. A number of bandits from Cyan Cloud Mountain were searching from house to house, and the bulging packs on their backs showed just how bountiful their plunder had been.
That alone would have been bad enough, but from some of the farmhouses came the heart-wrenching screams of women. Every so often, a bandit would saunter out, hitching up his pants with a look of pure satisfaction on his face.
One didn't need to ask what was happening inside those rooms.
Wu Liangchen's expression grew cold. The leaping flames reflected in his slightly narrowed eyes as a murderous aura began to rise around him.
"Don't look outside the carriage," Wu Liangchen murmured, then urged the horse onward.
When the bandits guarding the main road saw a carriage approaching, they couldn't help but chuckle.
