After crying for a while, Zhao Ya calmed everyone down, asked them to find clean clothes for Wang He, and then went alone to the courtyard to keep watch for the night.
The events of today left Zhao Ya somewhat saddened.
After all, the companion who was chatting and laughing with him just yesterday was separated by life and death today.
But Zhao Ya knew that the Jianghu had always been like this, and the path of the Martial Dao he chose was even more difficult.
Zhao Ya took a deep breath, cast aside all those negative emotions, and then took out the tablet he found on the body today.
The tablet felt smooth and was of good quality.
Engraved on it were three large characters, Cyan Bamboo Ridge.
Below it was a line of smaller characters, Youqi Stronghold Village Chief Lu Kun.
Cyan Bamboo Ridge?
Zhao Ya furrowed his brows.
He had never heard of this name.
This was not uncommon; after all, bandits emerge endlessly in this world, with new ones appearing every day.
