That was all true.
But—
"Still, it's ridiculous that only three people are going to intercept the Tax Silver!"
Shen Tang, Gongshu Wu, and Qi Shan: two Literary Scholars and one martial artist.
She didn't think this lineup was good enough. Even the Liangshan Heroes who robbed the birthday tribute had a flashier, more impressive crew.
"Who said there were only three? Aren't there four?"
A man's voice rang out unexpectedly.
"Who—"
Shen Tang and Gongshu Wu immediately went on alert, their gazes snapping toward the voice. Qi Shan merely arched a brow, unsurprised. As the footsteps drew closer, the newcomer raised a hand to brush aside the branches and leaves, then emerged from the woods.
A man.
More precisely, a man whose face looked somewhat familiar.
He carried himself with effortless grace, refined and scholarly, like an immortal banished from heaven.
Unlike ordinary people, his hair was a distinctive gray-white. Paired with his youthful yet mature features, he looked as if he had stepped out of a painting.
A silver-gray ornament hung at his waist.
Gongshu Wu lowered his guard first. After taking a closer look, he relaxed and cupped his hands to the newcomer. "So it's you, sir."
The man returned the gesture.
Shen Tang: "...???"
Another familiar face???
She was the only one of the three who hadn't reacted. The newcomer looked surprised, then seemed to understand. He greeted her familiarly. "Wu Lang."
Shen Tang: "???"
Among everyone she knew, each person called her something a little different. The one who stubbornly called her Wu Lang... Shen Tang's eyes widened a fraction. She raised a trembling finger and pointed at the young man, who looked no older than twenty-seven or twenty-eight from any angle. After a long moment, she managed, "Wuhui?"
The gray-haired young man smiled. "Ah,