Mountain bandits heard the terrifying sound of impacts, like a storm, rise again.
They dared not waste another word and immediately turned to leave.
However, at that moment, a series of crisp clapping sounds suddenly and leisurely rang out.
"Clap clap—clap!—"
"Hmm?"
Jiang Dali smashed a wooden stake with a punch, his sharp gaze like lightning as he glanced towards the source of the clapping.
A veiled woman's graceful figure appeared from the mountain path, gently clapping her hands.
Her appreciative eyes fell on Jiang Dali's robust and strong body, with a hint of warmth in her gaze, she chuckled and said,
"Master Jiang truly is a heroic figure. Hero Lu said you have a very unique personality, and it seems he was quite right.
I have come uninvited, and I hope Master Jiang won't take offense. I am Xu Wei from Qingyi Building; Hero Lu must have mentioned me to you."
"Hero, ha, hero?" The term 'hero' often implies cold-heartedness, cruelty, loneliness, heartlessness..."