Imitation

Hong Fu began to experience firsthand just how twisted Moonlight Hall was. She had once been a servant to a noblewoman in Xiangji Kingdom and knew a little about the antidote to Indra Incense. She remembered that it had never caused diarrhea before, but in He Nu's hands, both the drug and its antidote had changed.

She desperately hoped there was no one outside the tent, but the steady stream of voices suggested there were quite a few people. She could only steel herself and go out.

"Feeling better?" Shangguan Ru asked.

"Mm. My inner power seems to be coming back." Hong Fu lowered her head and spoke softly, grateful that she wasn't the center of everyone's attention.

For some reason, Shangguan Fei just had to blurt out, "Oh no, Hong Fu, you've dirtied the camp. They've come to get you."

"Don't talk nonsense."

Shangguan Fei feared his younger sister's "orders," but could only let out a mocking laugh.

Hong Fu's face burned. Though she knew the newcomers had nothing to do with her, she still glanced up.

They were surrounded. At least twenty people stood scattered in every direction, their backs to different bonfires. Every one of them looked old and decrepit, as if they had lived long enough to fear nothing. But the real refugees had already had the good sense to hide. Within dozens of paces, only these people remained.

Long Fanyun hurried back and met Hong Fu's eyes in the darkness. He immediately turned away, drew his heavy sword, and shouted, "Who goes there?"

Han Fen, already a prisoner on the other side, didn't look particularly frightened. Mimicking Long Fanyun's tone, she said, "Yes, who are you?"

One of the newly arrived old men shed his disguise and nodded to the Dragon King in greeting. "We