By the campfire, Lu Ye looked up and saw two figures slowly approaching through the flickering firelight.
Before long, a man and a woman stopped some distance away. The man was tall and broad, while the woman was petite and pretty. They seemed to be husband and wife.
"Greetings, brother," the man said with cupped fists. The petite woman beside him, however, glanced at the black horse behind Lu Ye, a strange light flashing through her eyes.
Lu Ye looked at the numbers above their heads, an intrigued expression appearing on his face. "You... are bandits from Great Wind Mountain?"
The man's expression immediately changed. "Friend, you mustn't speak nonsense. My wife and I are merely passing through this place. We have never done anything that harms heaven or reason."
"Is that so?"
"Of course."
"Puff, puff..." Two soft sounds suddenly rang out.
The man across from him froze. "What was that sound?"
The petite woman also drew her gaze away from the black horse and lightly sniffed the air. Her face changed in alarm. "There's a smell of blood... No!"
The man suddenly realized it as well. His expression turned vicious, and he leaped high into the air, lunging straight at Lu Ye.
"Psh!" Lu Ye remained seated without moving. Yet somehow, a thick spear suddenly appeared in his hand, piercing straight through the man and leaving him hanging from its shaft.
"You..." The man stared at Lu Ye in disbelief. The moment they had seen the black horse, they had known Lu Ye would not be easy to deal with, which was why they had planned to approach first and probe for information. Who could have imagined that this man would strike so ruthlessly and without mercy?
Where had they given themselves away?
The petite woman had just