"It will be dangerous once we descend the mountain."
Shitou overheard the conversation between the two brothers, passed Mo Canglan and Lin Yixuan, and added to their dialogue loudly.
"What's there to fear? Coming across the Qiyan soldiers, kill one if there's one, exterminate a pair if there're two. Fengqi's territory doesn't tolerate their arrogance."
Among the seven brothers in the Lin Clan, Lin Jinpeng is the youngest and most impulsive, much like an inexperienced calf not fearing a tiger.
"You're impressive! I admire you."
Feng Yi, amused, grinned in laughter.
**
"There's a group of refugees halfway down the mountain. Walk a few hundred meters down, and we should meet them. Our sister should be there."
After a stick of incense's worth of time passed, Lin Jinlong found a vantage point and overlooked the side of the mountain, accurately spotting the refugees.
"They are climbing the mountain, in the opposite direction from us."
