Chen Xun vividly remembered the little girl, her crisp voice thanking him still echoing in his mind.

A shiver ran through Chen Xun's heart as he slowly said, "Your mother's... utterly ruthless, not even sparing children."

"Moo~ Moo!" Black Bull was still nudging the few people, trying to wake them up.

"They're not cultivators; they must be some kind of bandits."