"How is this possible!" Lee whispered and took a step back. His first thought was that he was hallucinating because of the loss of blood, but even though his vision periodically swam, he hadn't lost his senses yet.
"What is it?" Xiao Lian asked, and stretched his neck to take a look, but Lee finally came to his senses and squatted, at the same time pulling Xiao Lian down.
"Careful!" He whispered.
"Aren't those cultivators?" Xiao Lian asked. If someone eliminated the bandits they were obviously saved.
"They are." Lee nodded, still whispering, "But not all are friendly! Let's wait out!"
There were seven people in total. Six were dressed in simpler clothing and were covered in blood, both – their own and from the killed bandits. Everyone was wounded, except for one person. She was sticking out like a sore thumb, with her fancy robe that didn't have a single drop of blood on it, at least it seemed so to Lee.
