Long Yi relayed Zi Xia's intention to the Master.
Long Rui glanced around. The road was flanked by dense mountains, but oddly, not even a single Birdy's chirp was heard, which indeed felt strange. He couldn't help but raise his guard.
After walking about another 200 meters, suddenly, over a hundred people rushed out from both sides of the mountain. They were dressed as ordinary citizens, wielding sharp weapons, and surrounded the carriage completely.
The leader was a strong man, standing eight feet tall, with skin so dark it shone, and a thick beard that almost covered his entire face, leaving only a pair of glaring eyes visible.
At this moment, he glared at the carriage like a wolf. With a swing of the large, glimmering knife in his hand, he roared in a rough voice: "Hey, this tree was planted by me, this road was opened by me. If you want to pass by here, leave a toll."
