The man froze and gulped, taking a step back subconsciously. Rongyu's glare startled him and made his body feel cold.
Martial artists were really something else.
Without saying another word, the man bowed and led his people back to the caravans to recuperate and treat their injuries.
Meanwhile, Rongyu returned her attention to the cloaked figures in the distance.
The eight of them moved and came toward them, Rongyu, Leon, and the others approached as well.
They stood twenty meters away from each other in the middle of the footpath, this way, their clash might not affect the caravans or the bandits.
"You are all martial artists, why bother with the affairs of ordinary people?"
One of the cloaked figures asked in a hoarse voice.
"Martial artists were once ordinary people before becoming martial artists; we can't turn a blind eye to people suffering injustice," Linxu snorted as she took out her short daggers from under her robe.
