This county wasn't large, and it didn't take much time for Fan Wu and his companions to reach the vicinity of the county yamen.
By that point, the sky had already dulled.
The brink of nightfall was nearly upon them.
Ahead.
Was the county yamen!
"Strange..."
Monk Zhi Kong furrowed his brow in thought, "Those villains who harm the common people should know our location. Moreover, as we are walking so openly and straightforwardly, it's odd that not a single one of them has tried to stop us."
"What does this mean?"
Monk Zhi Kong couldn't quite figure it out; he always felt something was amiss, "Could it be that within the county yamen, there are others lying in ambush?"
He immediately became extremely vigilant. Although he was indifferent to life and death on this journey, he did not wish to die in confusion.
That would be a disgrace to Buddha!
And to Hanling Temple!
