Xu Shuo sat on a tree branch, watching the girl's horse disappear into the distance until her figure eventually vanished at the end of the dense forest.
Beneath this tree, there were bandits brandishing their weapons, eying their surroundings predatorily.
They emitted a strong murderous aura, their messy hair wrapped in headscarves, and their armor covered in scratches, showing signs of many battles.
The men were spouting filthy curses and jokes; although the girl had run off, there was still one person here.
However, in the standoff, they only resorted to harsh words and threatening gestures, without actually taking any real action.
Xu Shuo withdrew his gaze, looking down at the base of the tree with a calm expression.
"It was the Duke of Silver who sent you, wasn't it?"
His statement had a tone of certainty rather than question.
