'Blood Poison Sword?'
'Bai Fu?'
Bai Fu looked at the newcomer, her face etched with confusion.
The morning dew had not yet dispersed in the forest. The man approached on foot, a long spear slung over his back. His long sleeves and shoulders were already soaked through with dew.
His features were unremarkable, and his hands were covered in calluses. At first glance, he looked like a farmer who had toiled in the fields for years.
But when Bai Fu's gaze fell upon those calluses, her expression shifted slightly, and her eyes narrowed involuntarily.
Those thick calluses were like hardened cowhide, the kind that could only be formed after being torn open and healing countless times. It was a testament to decades of hard work!
Moreover,
he was alone!
In the past few days, many people had come into the mountains searching for her, lured by the bounty from the Zhao and Che Families. They came in groups of two or three at the least, and more than ten at the most.
