As soon as they saw a few people open their mouths, the bandits who had just finished stripping valuables off the corpses gathered around. Some were still slightly panting, clearly the excitement from the slaughter hadn't worn off yet. In contrast, the Hidden Guards were much calmer, silently moving behind Ning Xiaoxian like statues. Their demeanor of treating killing as nothing stirred the others in the scene to glance at them repeatedly.
Fu Yunzhang's expression was the most peculiar, as he had already recognized these cold-eyed individuals carrying the unique aura of Hidden Stream demons. His heart couldn't help but tremble: this woman, to think she could thrive in a strange place like Hidden Stream.
One of the Hidden Guards stepped forward, holding a person and said, "Lord Ning, how should we deal with this person?"
