"Young master, someone's coming out!"
The sudden silence in the Maple Forest made Xiao Qian even more nervous.
She tightened her grip on the reins and leaned forward slightly, her eyes fixed on the depths of the Maple Forest.
Deep in her eyes lurked a trace of fear that even she had not noticed!
Sun Xuanhe said nothing. His brow merely furrowed further, his eyes likewise fixed on the Maple Forest ahead.
His fingers rested on the reins, his palms slick with cold sweat.
If whoever emerged from the Maple Forest was a bandit, he would turn his horse around without hesitation and gallop back the way they had come.
The night wind swept past, and the cries of a distant owl made the atmosphere even more oppressive.
Soon, a figure on horseback slowly emerged from the Maple Forest.
The cold moonlight fell upon the figure, outlining a familiar silhouette.
The rider sat upright, his back straight. It was Fang Han.
Once he made out Fang Han emerging from the Maple Forest in the faint moonlight,
Sun Xuanhe's heart finally dropped back down from his throat, and he let out a long, heavy breath.
He had not even noticed that his back was soaked. When the night wind blew against it, he shivered involuntarily.
When Fang Han rode up to them,
Sun Xuanhe greeted him with an outwardly carefree smile, struggling to keep his voice steady and even forcing a hint of a smile onto his lips.
"Brother Fang, what happened in there just now? Why did we hear fighting? Where are those bandits?"
Sun Xuanhe glanced at the Maple Forest behind Fang Han and asked curiously.
In truth, upon seeing Fang Han emerge unscathed from the Maple Forest, with a thick smell of blood emanating from him,
Sun Xuanhe