"Miss, someone is approaching!"
Zhao Yan had just alighted the carriage and sat down to rest by the bonfire for a moment when Zhao Yunlong, her head of guards, hurriedly came to report.
"Who is it?"
Zhao Yan's brow furrowed slightly, her cherry lips gently parted, her voice soft and calming.
"It's an old man, around seventy or eighty years old, riding a donkey!" warned Zhao Yunlong.
Now, with the late evening shrouding everything in darkness, and being in this desolate and remote area, anyone would find the sudden appearance of an aged man suspicious.
This world was full of monsters, demons, and all types of eerie creatures.
"Everyone, be on your guard and act accordingly!" Zhao Yan commanded sternly.
Normally, she might not be this vigilant, but this time she had found something particularly precious, so she couldn't help but be extra careful.
"Yes!"
Zhao Yunlong acknowledged before swiftly going off to relay the orders.
