"Rescue!"
An Yiqing's eyes glimmered with frosty coldness, as for the first time, she felt a murderous urge toward the villagers of Dawang Mountain. For the sake of some ridiculous, nonexistent River God, these adults were willing to sacrifice a young girl's life as a ritual. Were they insane?
Enraged, even though Yin Xilin hadn't officially become her disciple yet, An Yiqing was already fiercely protective.
"Ah Feng, Ah Ying, you two hide near the riverbank and create chaos to distract the villagers. Tan Yulin, you're the fastest—once their attention is diverted, take the little girl and escape quickly. Cao Xiaosha, you've got firearms; if the villagers show signs of rebellion, fire a shot to intimidate them! Ah Mi, stay close to me, don't wander off! Brother Dashan, protect Ah Mi!"
The group quickly packed their belongings and split up to carry out their tasks.
