Deep within the town stood a relatively sturdy stone house. Dozens of surviving townsfolk hid inside, fearfully peering out through cracks in the stone.
Their faces were pale, their eyes filled with terror. When they saw Fang Han and his group approach, they were first startled, then relieved.
They opened the stone door and came out of the house.
"It's… It's the Martial Artists!"
An old man trembled as he came forward and, with a THUD, fell to his knees.
"Sirs Martial Artists, I beg you, please save us!"
The townsfolk behind him also fell to their knees one after another, their cries and pleas mingling together.
"Please, get up, sir."
Chen Wanjun stepped forward and helped the old man to his feet.
"We have slain the Demon in the town. You are safe now."
Hearing this, tears streamed down the old man's face. He tried to kneel and kowtow again, but Chen Wanjun stopped him.
