79. The Threat of a Sick Scholar
"Show mercy!"
"Zhuo Jing!" Ye Li called out sharply. Darky Three's expression turned grim. He swiftly retrieved his long sword, flipped it in mid-air, and landed softly on a tree branch not far away. From this vantage point, three of them could launch an attack from the treetops at any moment. If the other group could not control the snake swarm in time, they would clearly be at a significant disadvantage.
A tall, middle-aged man wearing Southern Border attire emerged from the forest. The identical totem on his clothing and the aura of a high-ranking individual he inadvertently emitted made it clear to everyone that he held a prominent position in the Luoyi Tribe. The middle-aged man walked over quickly, and the swarm of snakes in his path parted, evidently fearing his aura. "Friends from Great Chu, my son was unruly and offended you. I ask for your mercy. We will treat you all as esteemed guests," he said.
