2322 The End of Good Luck

The snow leopard’s large body jumped into the crowd, and it smacked the troublemaking crowd flying with its paws.

Confusion surfaced in Qiao Mu’s eyes. She crossed her petite arms and looked suspiciously at the dozen or so people who had no care for their lives: What was up with these people? They were clearly all normal people without the strength to truss a chicken. Why did they think of robbing other people?

Out of this group, only those two low-leveled weakling spiritual cultivators had any use. The rest were just normal people, right?

Qiao Mu’s eyes flickered as she squatted at the entrance to the carriage. She doubtfully observed the people who were getting smacked flying by the snow leopard.

It seemed very suspicious!

On the other hand, Mo Lian looked at the two blackened figures who had crawled out from the hole with distaste. He maneuvered his horse to kick them away with its hooves.

Those two people tumbled backwards and got their heads buried into the dirt.

Zou Huan and the others each pulled out their immobilization talismans and slapped them onto the group of people.

This battle lasted less than two minutes from beginning to end… These dozen or so fellows were all immobilized in all sorts of positions, and they all let out bitter wails.

Mo Lian did not get off his horse. He merely yanked up one of the thievish-looking men from the pit with his horse whip and threw him to the ground.

“Speak, who sent you people over.”

From their questionable martial skills, it wasn’t possible that the palace had sent them…

Even if his uncles were anxious to send people after him, it was not possible for them to be these trolls!

Mo Lian was also a bit confused.

Beside them, Carriage Driver Chen sat back down apprehensively. He wiped his sweat and explained, “These people must be the bandits entrenched in the perimeter of the Eight Barren Mountains.

“They specially target traveling merchants. They dare not provoke trained teams or groups from academies and sects.

“They rob from disorganized groups or trade caravans that clearly look weak.”

Mo Lian’s expression clouded over. He turned to look at Zou Huan and them. “Do We look weak?”

Zou Huan and them smiled awkwardly. “How could that be so? It’s just that these people have no eye of discernment.”

They had finally shot themselves in the foot for randomly robbing people!

Qiao Mu had hopped off the carriage at this time. She ran over to Mo Lian, who bent down to lift her up onto his horse.

“Who are these weaklings exactly?” Are they sure they didn’t come to make fools of themselves?

The gall for them to rob other people with just this amount of ability!

They would get decimated in minutes!

Mo Lian gestured to Zou Huan with a glance. The lads went up to drag over that fellow the crown prince had burned black and blue. They urged, “Fess up! Who exactly are you people.”

“Your Excellencies, please spare us!”

“We are only refugees who have fled to the Eight Barren Mountains due to poverty!

“We were only forced into robbery because we are at the end of our rope!

“From the way you all are dressed, you seem to be living well.” Qiao Mu sized them up and commented without holding back.

The two low-leveled spiritual cultivators leading the group were embarrassed at this comment. “Because we were rather lucky before this and had c-caught several cash cows!”

However, their group’s good luck had finally come to a halt after encountering Qiao Mu’s bunch!

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