The few people who suddenly jumped out made Lu Qing and his companions immediately pull their reins, stopping their horses.
Those blocking the road were all burly figures, with either menacing scars on their faces or fleshy, aggressive looks, appearing to be brutish and ferocious characters.
The weather at this time of year was already quite warm, especially at the border between Lan Country and Shuo Country, where under the scorching sun, it was even a bit hot.
Yet the clothes worn by the people in front of them were as eccentric as could be.
Their outfits looked tattered and dirty, with frayed coarse fabric wrapped around with strips of animal skins.
They had two large knives crossed on their backs, disheveled hair, and stood there grinning wickedly as if they had spotted plump lambs delivered to their doorstep.
