At the word "bandits," Lin Feng visibly shrank. She bit her lower lip, her brows weighed down with an inescapable worry. After a moment's hesitation, she said, "But... the bandits are numerous and powerful, and we don't know how many martial artists they have. Why risk your life, my lord? Why not go down the mountain under cover of night and discuss it tomorrow?"
The young lord before her was truly too young.
Judging by his looks, he was no more than two years older than her.
The other one was somewhat older, but on closer inspection, he still had the air of a youth who had yet to come of age. He was probably a rich young master.
Lin Feng had been hiding in the chest earlier, and the peephole offered only a limited view. She hadn't seen much, but she knew all the guards were wounded, and the two young lords had only gained the upper hand through the element of surprise.
Put the two of them beside those fiendish bandits, and they were like two rabbits facing a pack of snarling hounds drooling for blood. The disparity was so stark that anyone watching would want to hold their breath for them.
Shen Tang didn't deny it outright. She only asked, "Why?"
Lin Feng lowered her head and said, "I... This servant was asleep in the chest earlier, so I don't know how many bandits came the first time. But the Lin Family's guards had to pay the price of every one of them being wounded just to fight their way out of the encirclement. That shows those bandits are no weaklings. They'll regroup and return, and when they do, they'll bring enough men. They may even come out in full force."
She had a youthful, adorable face,