The snow leopard's large body jumped into the crowd, and it smacked the troublemaking crowd flying with its paws.
Confusion surfaced in Qiao Mu's eyes. She crossed her petite arms and looked suspiciously at the dozen or so people who had no care for their lives: What was up with these people? They were clearly all normal people without the strength to truss a chicken. Why did they think of robbing other people?
Out of this group, only those two low-leveled weakling spiritual cultivators had any use. The rest were just normal people, right?
Qiao Mu's eyes flickered as she squatted at the entrance to the carriage. She doubtfully observed the people who were getting smacked flying by the snow leopard.
It seemed very suspicious!
On the other hand, Mo Lian looked at the two blackened figures who had crawled out from the hole with distaste. He maneuvered his horse to kick them away with its hooves.
