"Hm?"
The two thugs looked up and saw three young men across from them, dressed in long robes that made them look like Scholars.
Changyi and the other two had come to the prefecture to sightsee, so naturally, they weren't wearing their Daoist Robes. Instead, they had changed into ordinary long robes, which truly made them look like a group of Scholars traveling together.
"Three little chicks. You really want to play the hero saving the damsel in distress?" The thug on the left snorted, a mocking grin on his face. "Or have you taken a liking to this widow's looks?"
The thug on the right pulled a small knife from his belt, gave it a practiced twirl, and cackled sinisterly. "Scram, or else..."
Before he could finish, he saw a young man with a square face lift a hand and point. A streak of golden light flashed past in an instant.
The next moment, the golden stream of light hovered beside Yangshuo, revealing a small, three-inch-long sword.
