C77 A Strong Bandit Head

On a secluded path just outside Renkang City, a carriage trundled along. Inside, a man and a woman sat in silent meditation. The woman was strikingly beautiful, with skin as white as snow, but she radiated a frosty aura that warned others to keep their distance. The man was youthful, his features not yet fully shed of childhood innocence—he was but thirteen or fourteen years old