Watching the man writhe on the ground, clutching his ears and wailing, Li Huowang decided to waste no more words. He simply raised his longsword, ready to lop off the bandit's head.
"Brother Li, look what this is!" An abrupt voice stopped Li Huowang.
Sun Baolu walked over from the side, holding something in his hand. Li Huowang looked over and was surprised to discover it was a polished old smoking pipe. Moreover, the pipe and the pattern on its cloth pouch looked incredibly familiar.
"Brother Li, this is Band Leader Lv's tobacco pouch! I'm sure of it. He even let me have a few puffs from it when we were traveling together."
Li Huowang reached out to take it. After scrutinizing it closely, his expression turned grave. It seemed more than likely that Band Leader Lv had been captured by these bandits.
He dangled the smoking pipe in front of the bandit on the ground and asked in an icy voice, "Where did this come from? Did you recently rob an opera troupe?"
