The two people, a man and a woman, had withered yellow hair and deeply set eyes. Though they seemed middle-aged, their faces were already full of crevices.
The man was balding, with unruly hair hanging around his head like a fake waterfall from a TVB drama.
He gripped a long wooden pole, its tip sharp, carved down like a spear.
A blade was strapped to his back, with the tip showing at his right waist loop, already slightly bent, but the man seemed unwilling to discard it.
The woman held a bow in her hand, with a quiver slung over her back. Yet she hadn't drawn her bowstring, instead holding a short knife, which seemed to be her weapon of choice.
"Watch out for what's in their hands; that spear looks like it's for throwing."
Lu Xi'an speculated in his heart and cautioned Yao Wei atop the car.
"Got it."
Yao Wei responded, having already nocked an arrow to her bow, aiming beyond the road.
