Military aura?
Lei Zhonglian tightened his grip on the spear in his hands.
People were pouring out from all around him, some on horseback and some on foot, it was a disorderly chaos.
These people were wearing different clothes, and they looked like demons and fiends. They were all carrying different weapons too – swords, spears, halberds.
"Give us toll, give us toll," they chanted strangely as they waved their weapons.
"Master Fang, there’s something not right about these people," said Lei Zhonglian.
Although Father had left the world suddenly, Master Fang had traveled extensively with Father, so he was not afraid with the present situation. Even being surrounded, his expression was calm.
"What’s not right? There are quite a few of these bandits," he commented. "But there’s no harm. They want money, and we seek passage. We can each be at peace."
At hearing Master Fang's words, someone with a steward went to deal with the bandits.
