Once they truly entered the so-called Tea-Porcelain Path, Su Hao and the other two finally saw what the world of bandits was really like.
Every stretch of road, a band of mountain bandits would leap out, shout some opening line characteristic of mountain bandits, and then carry out a robbery.
The key was that they even had a uniform fee: one tael per cart.
Feng Cheng found it utterly outrageous.
The three of them were leisurely riding along this narrow path carved between sheer cliffs and valleys, taking in the beautiful scenery along the way.
"This mountain is..."
Several bandits jumped out from the side. Before they could finish their customary spiel, a tael of silver traced an arc through the air and landed precisely in the bandit leader's hand, choking off his words in his throat.
The bandit leader stared at the silver in his hand, suddenly speechless.
He felt insulted in his chosen profession.
Besides, several underlings were watching beside him. If he just let them pass like this, wouldn't he lose all face?
And there were only three young people. They did not look particularly formidable, and most importantly, they had three large horses.
In an instant, evil rose from the edge of his courage. The bandit leader said viciously, "You three, stop right there. Leave behind all your goods, money, and horses before you can pass through here. Otherwise, don't blame this lord's blade for having no eyes."
Only then did Su Hao and the other two come back to their senses, looking in surprise at the bandits ahead.
Feng Cheng pointed at the silver in their hands and asked in astonishment, "Wasn't it one tael per cart? Raising the price on your own and trying to take everything in one gulp—is that professional? If you