Just then, the ground began to tremble slightly.
At first, the tremors were faint, just an odd feeling in the air. But before long, the vibrations grew stronger.
Then, a massive herd of cattle appeared over a nearby hill. The sight was spectacular.
The herd was like a flash flood, charging menacingly across the road and kicking up a huge cloud of dust. With hooves thundering like a storm, they stampeded in their direction.
The rumbling was deafening, as if the very earth itself was trembling.
And behind the herd, dozens of riders on horseback came into view.
They were all dressed in colorful Indian garments, their outfits exceptionally bright under the sun.
The Indians held rifles, letting out loud whoops as they drove the herd. They steered the cattle straight toward Bao Wen and his men while fanning out to encircle the large tree.
"Did you call for all these people?" Feng Shan asked, a flicker of surprise on his face as he took in the grand spectacle.
