When Li Huowang heard their reply to his question, it was as if he'd been struck by lightning, frozen on the spot.
"Senior Brother Li, what do you mean, two monks? There's not a single monk in our wagon circle, come help us! Their crossbows are ferocious!"
"Not a single monk? All the monks were my hallucinations? How's that possible, even if most were fake, at least one must be real!"
"No! That's absolutely impossible!" Li Huowang fixed a glare at the panting Yang child.
"Back when we were delivering the ashes, we ran into a monk on the road. That monk accompanied me the whole way! Are you telling me you didn't see him!?"
Panic-stricken, the Yang child crawled on the ground, peering fearfully at the enemies outside through the wagon wheels. Hearing the question, he glanced back at Senior Brother Li, whose behavior was increasingly bizarre.
"Senior Brother, really, there were no monks at all when we delivered the ashes, there was nobody by your side."
