While they were talking, Lu Qing suddenly gave him a signal.
Yan Daoxin immediately understood, realizing there must be something around worth noting or being cautious about, so he closed his conversation and continued riding forward as if nothing was amiss.
Not far ahead, six or seven riders approached, all dressed in coarse gray or black clothes with narrow sleeves, in a short attire.
Simply judging from their attire, they could be hunters, woodcutters, or farmers, without anything seeming off.
But looking at their burly stature and the fierce gleam in their eyes, it was easy to see that these people were definitely not ordinary farmers or woodcutters.
The riders came directly toward them, and upon spotting Lu Qing and others, they cast their gaze over.
Strangely enough, among the five, especially in such a remote and isolated place, the most conspicuous should be Fu Lu, due to his towering and burly physique, looking fierce, a formidable presence hard to conceal.
