When he heard Li Huowang's question, their response left Li Huowang frozen in place as if struck by lightning.
"Brother Li, what are you talking about two monks? There's clearly not a single monk in our cart formation. Come help! Their crossbows are incredibly formidable."
"Not a single monk? All the monks were my illusion? How is that possible? At the very least, one must be real!"
"No, that's absolutely impossible!" Li Huowang glared at the panting child Yang with a fierce look.
"When we were transporting the ashes earlier, we clearly met a monk on the road, and that monk accompanied me the whole way! Are you daring to say you didn't see him!?"
The anxious child Yang crawled on the ground, fearfully peering through the spokes of the cart wheels at the enemies outside. Hearing the question, he turned back to look at Brother Li standing there with his odd behavior.
"Brother, there really wasn't one. When we were sending off the ashes, there was no monk at your side."
