A drinker sneered.
"A checkpoint every ten miles, a sentry every twenty—hell, even army strongholds weren't this strict."
"And you really think it's to track rebel movements, protect the townsfolk? Please. They just want the news first so they can make a quick getaway."
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The drinkers kept complaining, their tongues loosened by wine, but no matter how pissed they got, none of it could change these facts.
This was also why Lu Chang'sheng had kept clawing his way up all this time.
"Lotus Monk? Black Temple?"
His brows knit. Those folks were bad news—total psychos considered part of the Demon Dao over in Nanming Prefecture. Ruthless as damn hell, way worse than the ear-chopping freaks.
Two more days went by, and then another four people showed up.
All women. The two leading ladies were already showing their age.
One was dressed like a Daoist nun, named Cai Daoren. Behind her waddled a plump woman with a plain face, holding two swords in her hands.
