This was a group of eight travelers clad in brown fur robes and straw shoes, with bamboo masks and Mo swords on their backs. They strode quickly along, their figures flashing; in the blink of an eye, they had reached the city gate.
The leader was a tall man with broad shoulders and arms that hung past his knees, wearing a bamboo mask devoid of any decoration. He raised his hand in a fist-and-palm salute, "As a Mo practitioner from Tianyu, passing through the Northern Region, we saw the beacon fires and have come with my younger disciples to aid in defending the city."
Oh... Why do you always appear so suddenly without warning?
"You, who are you! You aren't demons, are you!"
"No no! It's just assistance... cough cough cough!"
Li Fan was just about to climb down from the city wall to greet them when something hit his mouth. He spit it out and saw it was a pill, likely not a Longevity Pill; it smelled distinctly of flesh and bone. Then he heard a familiar voice by his ear.
