Clearly, this band of bandits had underestimated the strength and numbers of the Situ Family's guards.
In less than half an incense stick's time, the bandits had all been cut down beneath the blades of the Situ Family's guards.
Several Situ Family guards had also been injured, but fortunately, no one had died.
After receiving some simple bandaging, Cang Sheng returned to the carriage.
The earlier battle had split the web between his thumb and forefinger, and his right hand was now wrapped in gauze.
Cang Sheng placed his longsword to his left, then took out the unfinished Sandalwood Branch from his robes and continued weaving it, using it to settle his somewhat flustered mind.
A delicate oval face poked out from inside the carriage.
Situ Qingyi asked with concern, "Cang Sheng, are you all right? Were you hurt?"
"I'm fine. Petty thieves like those are hardly worth mentioning."
Situ Qingyi relaxed, a pleased smile curling across her lips.
After some brief reorganization, the caravan set off once more.
"Brother Yi Feng, you saw that sword strike of mine just now, right? Wasn't it pretty good?" Cang Sheng boasted.
Yi Feng nodded and praised him. "At your age, having such cultivation is indeed quite impressive."
A brilliant smile bloomed across Cang Sheng's face.
Yet soon after, his smile gradually faded, replaced by sorrow and dejection.
"Ah, I'm only at the Martial Master Sixth Level Realm right now. I'm still a hundred and eight thousand miles away from the Martial Spirit Realm."
"I'm afraid I'll never reach the Martial Spirit Realm in this lifetime. I won't be able to be as glorious and peerless as that great figure in Hua City, nor will I be able to see these vast rivers and mountains as you have!"
Yi Feng comforted him, "Cang