Chapter 93 Qinling Ancient Trail

"How about the tough one?"

A gentle voice emerged from the darkness.

Then, a person slowly walked to the window.

He was not very old, dressed in a green Confucian robe. His skin was fair, his face brimming with a smile, and he looked like a scholar out on an excursion.

Looking at this seemingly harmless young man, a flash of fear crossed the eyes of the bearded man, who lowered his head in servility, saying, "That's right, Third Brother, you possess unparalleled wisdom and strategy. Handling these people should be a breeze for you."

The young man glanced at him and shook his head, sighing, "I don't want to overwork myself either, but there's no other way. Winter is approaching, and the fellows in the camp need to collect dividends for winter shelter."

"You know what's happening on the mountain. If we don't gather enough Silver Taels, I'm afraid the camp will collapse next year."