The Young boy was dressed in black robes that were tattered and burned while his face was covered in soot.
When the Red Bandit saw him though, his eyes narrowed.
"He's actually not injured?" He muttered.
This was very surprising to him since he knew just how strong the explosion must have been. After all it had destroyed the White Sheep Inn's walls despite the arrays. These were something even he couldn't break easily, thus a boy surviving it was highly unusual.
"Get him up." The Red Bandit ordered.
The Yang Clan guards picked up the young boy and propped him up straight. One of them went ahead and slapped him a few times.
~slap~slap~slap~
"HUH!?" Feng woke up in a stupor as he looked around.
An expression of confusion was apparent on his face while the others stared at him. Feng looked at them and slowly started recalling what had happened.
"You boy… Who are you?" The Red Bandit questioned.
