Zhao Xiaowan whispered in Li Banfeng's ear: "Husband, once these people enter Huo Lang Road, as long as the peddler doesn't get the direction wrong, they will soon reach Sheqiao Village. Quickly get someone to meet them."
Li Banfeng immediately contacted Luo Zhengnan, who reached out to Lu Chunying and Xiao Yeci. The two hastily prepared accommodations and meals.
An hour later, the Three-Headed People appeared one by one, stumbling into the village. Not far in, they collapsed in the snow, soundly asleep.
"What's going on? Why are they all sleeping here?" Xiao Yeci went over to check their breathing; they were indeed still alive.
Xiao Yeci quickly ordered his men: "Carry them inside to rest."
His men hesitated: "We're three or four brothers, we might not be able to carry even one. Carrying a thousand will wear us out."
Lu Chunying frowned: "You fool, go find the Three-Headed People to help carry them; they're fellow countrymen, surely they'll help."
