"Who's there?" Steward Shen immediately drew his longsword, his eyes scanning the surroundings warily as a chill ran down his spine.
Someone had been trailing them without their knowledge, a thought that sent shivers down their spines.
Fang Lin stood up, one hand resting on the Nine Palace Bag, ready to defend himself at the slightest sign of movement.
From a nearby tree, a young boy appeared. He was dressed in colorful clothes, with a clean-cut look, and a few small braids on top of his head. He looked about fifteen or sixteen years old.
Fang Lin furrowed his brow. This boy seemed extraordinarily peculiar. Being able to quietly follow them without detection implied remarkable strength.
However, the boy hadn't attempted a surprise attack when they were unaware, so he probably didn't harbor any ill will towards them.
Still, who knew what else he might be planning.
"Who are you?" Fang Lin asked in a serious tone.
