That evening, Jiang Hao and the others missed the next inn. Their carriage stopped in an open patch of wilderness to rest. The compartment was spacious enough for all three to sleep in. As he drifted in and out of sleep, Jiang Hao suddenly heard the faint clash of refined steel.
He abruptly opened his eyes. Xiaoxiao and Ping'er had also awakened. Jiang Hao said, "You two wait in the carriage. I'll go see what happened."
"Young Master, be careful," Ping'er said.
"The ones who need to be careful aren't Young Master. I'd say it's those people," Xiaoxiao said with a smile.
Jiang Hao pinched Xiaoxiao's cheek, then sprang from the carriage. By the time he landed, he was already dressed. For a magician, quickly getting dressed and undressed was a required skill. He tapped his toes against a few trees and shot toward the source of the sound.
The moon was full tonight, shining brightly.
In the forest, over a dozen people were running desperately ahead, Miao sabers in hand and fear written across their faces. At their head was a beautiful Miao woman. Behind them chased a group clad in ninja outfits, all carrying katana.
"Trying to run? It won't be that easy."
"Demon Wheel Flash!"
Another katana appeared in the ninja's hand. He spun and flicked the katana in his hand against the second blade, sending it flying like a hidden weapon. With a puff, it pierced a Miao man's back, and he screamed before collapsing.
"Stone!"
A woman cried out, but the man who had fallen gave no response.
"Shuriken!"
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
The ninjas behind them fired volleys of throwing darts. The Miao people running ahead were struck one after another and fell to the ground.
Clang! Clang!
A string of crisp clashes rang out