Mo Lian and Qiao Mu quietly nestled themselves among the forest leaves, striving to conceal their presence.
From their vantage point, they observed the scene unfold beneath them, merely there to watch the events transpire.
It appeared that a woman in her early forties emerged from the compact carriage. With two sabers expertly wielded in her hands, she dispatched two men who had been chasing and intercepting her in a matter of moments, their throats slashed, their bodies soaring skyward.
The woman exuded a fierce aura as she let out a sharp whistle.
Behind the carriage, a few individuals wearing red headscarves emerged, bearing the appearance of secret guards.
The carriage driver, who had initially occupied the driver's seat, had already leaped down from the vehicle's shaft. He retrieved a handful of long sabers from his spiritual pool and swiftly decapitated the encroaching black-clad men.
