When Shen Qingyao saw Chen Cheng's fluid movements, taking just a few breaths to pull a Money Bag from a bandit's corpse and tuck it away, she frowned slightly and chided, "How can you have the presence of mind to be looting bodies?"
Chen Cheng had already confirmed there were no other bandits nearby. Knowing she was still shaken from the life-and-death struggle, he paid her words no mind and simply smiled, pointing toward the Three Forks River region.
Shen Qingyao turned and saw a group of riders holding torches, rapidly approaching along the main road in the distance.
She beamed. "That must be my Second Uncle and his men."
Chen Cheng went back to his old line of work. As he continued to loot the bodies, he didn't forget to explain, "These bandits were lying in ambush. Someone must have tipped them off. They might have clues on them."
Shen Qingyao pursed her lips but said nothing more.
The night was pitch-black, and the mountain path grew quiet.
