By the time Yu Xiaolian and Su Jingchen walked to the foot of the mountain and reached their rented house, it was already dark.
Su Jingchen looked around inside and out, and both horses and the carriage were nowhere to be seen.
Yu Xiaolian was about to go find the owner to ask when she saw the owner leading a large group of people, armed with tools, surrounding the two of them.
"Where's our carriage?" Yu Xiaolian put her hands on her hips. She hadn't even gone to look for them, yet they dared to confront her.
The owner held a long wooden stick, sharpened into a bright iron fork on one end. Seeing Yu Xiaolian asking about the carriage, he found the girl amusing, "You little girl, almost at death's door, and yet you're still concerned about worldly possessions."
Yu Xiaolian snorted coldly, "Has no one told you that we came back from the mountain?
The Witch Clan on the mountain couldn't handle us, and yet you dare target me? It would be wise to return my carriage quickly."
