This Yin Posthouse wasn't big, but it was quite small.
There weren't many people in the Yin station, only four or five of them were setting up stalls.
Other than that, there was only Xu Bai who was an outsider.
When Xu Bai sensed something strange, he raised his head and saw more than ten people coming in.
These people led their horses and entered the Yin Posthouse. After tying up their horses, they began to find a place to rest.
However, anyone with discerning eyes could tell that these people knew each other.
They didn't seem to want to hide it and were just going through the motions. They exchanged glances with each other in a rather conspicuous way.
Xu Bai's gaze swept past the waist of the man and his eyes narrowed.
Each of them had a long sword hanging at their waist. Although the style of the long sword was different, they were all the same weapon.
"Twelve." Xu Bai roughly counted and took another bite of dry food, pretending not to care.
