In the dense forest.
Countless mountain bandits lay in secret ambush, coldly staring at the prison cart below.
Whoo—tweet tweet—
Bird calls with some rhythm began to sound, and the bandits' eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty light as they surged out from behind rocks, from bushes, and atop trees.
"Brother, lend me your clothes."
A voice rang out behind a bandit. Before the bandit could turn around, there was complete silence.
Zhou Yi changed into the clothes, his mana coursing as he employed the Bone Transformation Skill. After altering his facial structure, he further disguised himself with the Art of Disguise, ending up looking seventy to eighty percent similar to the dead bandit.
At this time.
The Imperial Guards on the mountain path had already detected something amiss.
The head of the Imperial Guards, Yang Shou, saw birds suddenly take flight from the mountains and waved his hand to signal a halt to the march, ordering scouts to investigate on the mountain.
