Zhang Xiaolong hurriedly tucked the thing that had saved all their lives carefully into his clothes. Without waiting for Zhang Xiaolong to speak, Lu Yueming ordered, "You four ride the original horse and leave quickly. Don't touch any of these bandits' things. Leave the corpses and horses where they are. I heard West Cui Mountain had three leaders; it seems I killed them all. West Cui Mountain will likely scatter like monkeys when the tree falls, so you needn't fear their revenge. Also, there's no need to hide the fact that I saved you, but remember not to mention my name or the Misty Sect. Understand?"
Though Zhang Xiaolong did not fully understand, he nodded deeply. Then the four of them shared one horse and rode onward.
Lu Yueming also leaped onto his horse and was about to leave. But after glancing at the mess by the roadside, he frowned and thought for a moment. In the end, he dismounted, placed the seven corpses separately atop the seven remaining horses, loosened their reins, and let them run off on their own. Only then did he mount again and gallop away, leaving the road silent once more.
After another meal's worth of time, the people hiding nearby cautiously crept back. Seeing that the villains by the roadside were gone, they gathered up the bridal sedan and the other things. Thinking the bride, groom, and the rest had already met with disaster, they lamented their fate while counting themselves lucky, then slowly returned to Guo Village.
Ever since Zhang Xiaolong had led the wedding procession out of the Zhang family courtyard in Guo Village, everyone at home had been busily occupied. They had to welcome the nearby villagers and seat them, while also preparing all the items needed for that day's wedding