He might look a bit old, but his steps were firm, his sinewy hand gripping the reins with strength.
The four people led their horses out of Gourd Village, and it wasn't until they reached the entrance of the village that they mounted their horses.
"Giddyup~"
The four riders moved forward and soon arrived at the valley's mouth.
Whoosh~
Suddenly, a cold arrow shot straight toward them from directly ahead.
"Young Master, be careful!"
The grey-clothed elder servant bellowed urgently and flicked a flying knife from his hand, throwing it with a swing.
Clang!
The flying knife collided with the cold arrow half a meter in front of the young man in white, in mid-air.
The flying knife was deflected, and the cold arrow was also knocked away.
"Hiss-lala!"
All four horses stopped at once.
The riders tensed up, each lifting their heads to survey their surroundings.
But the next moment!
A black-clothed, masked person walked out nonchalantly, directly in front of the four.
