"Everyone, stop what you're doing and listen to me."
Yang Fan, who had halted the crowd with his flying arrows, shouted.
Another unfamiliar face?
Travelers from outside were rare, perhaps once every six months, but since the disaster, they had appeared one after another, and these ones were armed.
Inherent hostility from the closed-off village surfaced, villagers retreated, distancing themselves from Yang Fan and the other person, casting perplexed glances towards the village chief.
Why is everyone looking at me?!
Baili Luliang understood the villagers' intent and interrupted, asking, "Who are you?"
"I am Yang Fan, like him, a traveler heading to Zhongzhou, seeking shelter due to roads being closed off by natural disasters."
