"Spare me, Senior Master-"
"Have mercy-"
A row of men knelt on the ground. The burly men who had called themselves bandits earlier begged for their lives until their voices cracked, even spouting nonsense about having elderly children and young parents to support.
Silver Seraph fell silent for a long while, then turned and stepped back to Lin Shuguang's side.
From the way these men had been killing one another earlier, he had thought they were ruthless killers who would not blink at murder. Who knew... they were merely extras there to liven things up.
Dealing with this sort of thing gave him a headache, so he simply left it to Lin Shuguang.
Lin Shuguang was a better actor than he was, after all. The moment he put on a stern face, the men on the ground went silent with fear.
"One at a time. Why did you come here? Information will be rewarded. I can decide to spare the informant's life."
The burly men immediately scrambled to be the first to speak.
Lin Shuguang casually pointed his blade at the man on the left. "You."
The man's expression relaxed. Ignoring the envious looks of the others, he hurriedly spilled everything he knew.
It turned out that half a month earlier, a woodcutter had gone into the mountains to gather firewood, only to wander into some place by mistake and disappear for three whole days. His family had thought he had suffered some mishap and searched everywhere, until someone found him on the outskirts of the mountain range on the fourth day. But the woodcutter was unconscious... During his nearly ten-day coma, neither the hospital nor the Jianghu charlatans by the bridge could do anything. Someone said that perhaps a real Martial Artist would have a way.
But the woodcutter's