The sound of horse hooves grew urgent, arriving from the distance and halting before the forest, followed by hurried footsteps heading toward the direction of the wooden hut.
As soon as Yang Yao heard the hooves, he swiftly moved beside the window, pushed it open a crack to peer through, and saw a group of more than a dozen soldiers dressed as Jurchens charging towards their location.
The hunter, however, lagged behind them.
If not for his prior strategic discussion with Shen Yue, Yang Yao might have drawn his sword to confront them. Turning around, he saw Mr. Shen calmly eating his flatbread, and Yang Yao internally sighed in admiration, no wonder that immortal had insisted on employing Mr. Shen's services; the man truly possessed impenetrable abilities.
The footsteps reached the door, and the leading Jurchen soldier waved his hand, signaling everyone to stop.
Surprisingly, the Jurchen soldier actually knocked on the door.
