C195 Chapter 195

Midway up Ripple Mountain, in a clearing.

Bowen Fang led the hostages’ families; everyone had arrived. Behind them, the handcarts were stacked with bulging sacks, and the bandits’ eyes practically popped out of their heads.

One cart of grain was more than they’d get from stripping an entire village. No wonder these wealthy town bigwigs had so much stored away