"Lord Martial Saint, our camp is up ahead."
In the dim tunnel, Xu San pointed toward the exit ahead and said in a lowered voice, "Unless something unexpected happened, the chief should be inside."
This pale-faced, panting Martial Artist was one of the bandits Wang Chen had captured earlier.
To stay alive, he had become Wang Chen's guide.
The bandits harassing Red Cliff City were not a single group, but a temporary alliance formed by more than a dozen large and small bands. They advanced and retreated together, working in coordination and throwing the entire Red Cliff District into flames of war.
Xu San's band was merely one of them, and not a particularly strong one.
The alliance's chief was named Gao Yuan, an expert at the Houtian peak.
Aside from the strongest, Gao Yuan, there were two other Houtian martial artists, and even more at the Marrow-Refining level.
A bandit force with three Houtian experts was a rare sight indeed!
Recently, Gao Yuan had led several hundred bandits, splitting them into different teams to repeatedly attack the Sacred Ancestor Road and villages throughout the Red Cliff City region.
Their gains had been considerable.
Using the complex terrain of the Sacred Ancestor Road, they had established numerous bandit lairs and camps.
All of this intelligence had come from Xu San.
To save his own life, this bandit had spilled every last detail about his side.
Wang Chen glanced at the cave entrance ahead, where a faint glow seeped through, then shifted his gaze back to Xu San.
He said nothing, but there was a trace of mockery in his eyes.
Xu San's scalp prickled under that stare. Trembling, he asked, "Lord Martial Saint, you, you..."
Wang Chen suddenly smiled. "You've got quite the nerve. If I'm not mistaken, there's already