When Li Huowang heard their reply, he froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.
"Senior Brother Li, what two monks? There isn't a single monk in our wagon circle! Come on, help us! Their crossbows are ferocious!"
Not a single monk? Were all the monks my hallucinations? How is that possible? At least one of them had to be real! No! That's absolutely impossible!
Li Huowang fixed his glare on the panting Yang child. "When we were delivering the ashes, we met a monk on the road. He accompanied me the whole way! Are you telling me you didn't see him!?"
Panic-stricken, the Yang child huddled on the ground, peering fearfully at the enemies outside through the spokes of a wagon wheel. Hearing the question, he glanced back at his bizarrely acting Senior Brother Li.
"Senior Brother, there really wasn't anyone. When we were delivering the ashes, there was no monk by your side."
