Wang Anfeng withdrew his gaze and looked at Gu Qinghan, who was frowning slightly beside him, and said:
"What's the matter, do you know the background of those people?"
Gu Qinghan pondered for a moment and replied:
"I dare not deceive you, Young Master. I come from an ordinary background, and most of my martial arts skills were honed through traveling around several nearby countries. In this area, I have been coming and going frequently for quite some time, so I know a little."
"Judging by the dress of those people, they should be from a local caravan. Most of these people have decent martial arts skills, they don't belong to a Jianghu sect, nor are they willing to join a noble clan. They stay in their hometown to herd horses and hunt, but they are not content, so they gather together to transport goods for merchants whose martial strength is insufficient."
"Others call that person Third Master, he should be the third brother of the gang leader of the caravan."
