The stove had gone out, leaving the room frigid. The bodies of the Tong Clan brothers were already frozen solid.
This was why the group of fighters had failed to notice anything unusual.
But the woman refused to give up. She gritted her teeth and said, "Great heroes, that brat is clearly also here for Cyan Cloud Mountain. I'm certain he's already on his way up."
"If you don't want that brat to beat you to it and snatch all the good stuff, you'd better head up the mountain and catch him first."
"And for whoever kills that brat for me, I, a humble woman, am willing to give myself to him and be his bed-warming maid."
This string of temptations was enough to make the group of simple-minded fighters howl with excitement.
The middle-aged man leading them pounded his chest in assurance.
"Don't you worry, miss. I, 'Iron Spear Shakes Three Mountains,' didn't earn my name for nothing. The moment I see that brat, I'll bring him to justice and make him kneel before you and apologize."
