Robbery! Meng Qi gained an even deeper understanding of this crooked inn's true nature.
But at the thought of Qu Jiuniang's willow brows bristling, he inexplicably lost his nerve. Then he considered that his master probably would not stand up for him, so he obediently took out the silver and settled the bill. It was not his money anyway!
"Come with me somewhere," Xuanbei suddenly said, strolling toward the inn's entrance.
Meng Qi gave Zhenhui a puzzled look. Seeing that his junior brother took it entirely for granted, he could only suppress his surprise and follow their master out.
Just as the three left the inn, Qu Jiuniang, who had maintained a frosty expression all this time, suddenly raised her head. Watching Xuanbei's retreating back, she curled a finger and tapped the tabletop in puzzlement.
The three Sand Bandits who had been discussing the Weeping Elder lowered their voices and whispered among themselves.
"Boss, we haven't spotted any fat sheep. Should we rob those three monks? They look pretty rich," asked the Sand Bandit with sapphire-blue eyes.
The Sand Bandit with the curved sword shook his head. "Best not to rob monks like those."
"Why? Since when did you start believing in Buddha, boss?" the bearded Sand Bandit asked in confusion.
"I believe in your mother's Buddha!" the man with the curved sword snapped. "Open your damn eyes, both of you. Monks who dare travel through the Sea of Sand in such a small group are usually no easy prey. Keep watching that caravan instead. Their guards are a little strong, but we can team up with other mounted gangs."
"Monks, Daoists, women, and children-if any of those four dare venture out, you must never provoke them."
"But we can rob that young fellow in white beside us. Earn a