The man immediately shook his head and said, "The other side is dressed in a bamboo hat and bamboo clothes, carrying a variety of weapons. I saw sabers, swords, and axes, even a fan—but no halberds.
It shouldn't be those mangy dogs from Thunder Mountain!"
At these words, the Island Master surnamed He slightly relaxed her tense expression.
If it were that group of East Thunder disciples, a fierce battle would definitely be inevitable, along with heavy casualties.
The man, despite suppressing his growing unease and enduring the invisible pressure of the Island Master, spoke in a quivering voice: "Th-this squad consists of six people. I cannot rule out the possibility that there are others lurking in secret.
This small team must be formidable. They dare to approach the lakeside and even linger there for a long time, as if they're contemplating coming ashore.
Island Master, should we inform the nearby islands?"
