As Fang Yuan reinforced the doors and windows, he calmly analyzed the situation:
"According to the rumors, that group only robbed grain and injured people. They haven't shown any extraordinary skill, so they probably don't have any true martial artists.
"As long as they aren't martial artists, I have nothing to fear from a face-to-face clash."
This was his confidence in his own strength.
Fang Yuan also knew that their not killing people was not out of kindness. If word got out that they robbed grain and murdered people, it would likely provoke fierce resistance.
So long as the men of a household had a way out, they would not fight to the death—after all, wives and children were weak points they could not let go of.
Fang Yuan nodded. It seemed the leader of these people understood human nature deeply!
"What I'm afraid of is... someone sneaking in while we're asleep and succeeding with a hidden attack."
That was what worried him most. Open spears were easy to dodge; hidden arrows were hard to guard against.
As he pondered this, Little Purple Sable, who had become unusually lively and restless, darted about the house like lightning,
sometimes leaping onto the rafters, sometimes burrowing beneath the cabinets. It was curious about every faint sound and scent, its senses unbelievably sharp.
Watching it, Fang Yuan suddenly had an idea!
He stopped what he was doing and beckoned to Little Bean Sprout, who was following Purple Sable around with eager eyes.
"Douding, come help Brother with something."
He called Little Bean Sprout and the Purple Sable, which seemed tired from playing, over to his side.
Little Bean Sprout looked at her brother curiously. Purple Sable crouched nearby, tilting its tiny head as its round black eyes rolled toward him.
Fang Yuan tried