As they neared the Ruined Temple, Ding Songyan handed Zheng Zhuxi the cloth wrapped around Yan Peng's head.
Zheng Zhuxi accepted it without the slightest resistance.
Strictly speaking, she had killed Yan Peng once herself; she had simply withdrawn her sword in time so her junior brother could still spar with him.
Inside the Ruined Temple, Lü Huaijin and the others waited anxiously, worried that yet another twist might arise.
At last, they saw the girl, whose body seemed bathed in moonlight, walk in carrying something round. The young man wearing a Carefree Headwrap still accompanied her.
Smiling, the girl displayed what she held and said lightly:
"'Miasma-Poison Saber' has been brought to justice."
Escort Chief Yu steadied himself, stepped forward with his longsword, and cupped his hands in salute.
"Thanks to you two young heroes drawing your swords to help, we were spared disaster.
"On behalf of everyone in the caravan, I, Yu Jinhong of the Long Road Escort Agency, offer my thanks. Might I presume to ask your honored names? We will certainly repay you someday."
Knowing Ding Songyan's wishes, Zheng Zhuxi said with a faint smile:
"This matter likely involves the Yellow Millet Sect. We merely drew our blades upon seeing injustice on the road and have no wish to become embroiled in such disputes. We met like drifting duckweed, so there's no need to exchange names.
"There's no need to mention repayment, either. We won't give you so much as half a coin of the Bounty Silver on 'Miasma-Poison Saber.'"
Yu Jinhong looked taken aback.
He looked toward Ding Songyan and deliberately lowered his voice.
"Young hero, aren't you from the Yellow Millet Sect?"
Earlier, "Miasma-Poison Saber" Yan Peng had inexplicably administered the antidote to everyone. Though his eyes were half open, his expression had been