"Ting Lao, how does this person deal with it?" A blue-coated escort pointed to the middle-aged scholar who had been knocked unconscious by the burglar.

Ding Mo went up and looked at the man's injuries. It was strange that he had been beaten so badly by mountain thieves, but only suffered some skin injuries. He should have been frightened and unconscious.

After a moment of meditation, Ding Mo's heart softened and he murmured, "Pour out a carriage for grain. Take this man with you first.

At night, by the campfire.

Danxuan sat surrounded by a group of blue-coated guards, thin Yuan Zikang tore a piece of bacon from the iron...