It was night.
Dark clouds covered the moon, and a few dim stars hung in the sky.
In a desolate forest deep in the mountains, a group of warriors in gray martial arts attire with long sabers at their waists came. They protected a black carriage in the middle, looking travel-worn. They looked like either guards or escorts.
Seeing that the starlight was dim and the people were tired after a day of traveling, an old man with a curly beard signaled the team to stop and rest on the spot.
"Zhang San, Li Cheng, the two of you go and gather some dry grass and firewood to keep the three nobles warm."
"Yes!"
The curly-bearded old man called two young men over and the two of them left together.
"Guan Ling, go with Ma Han, Zhao Chong, and the others to take a look around. If there are wild beasts, kill them on the spot. Don't disturb the nobles."
"Yes!"
