As the voice rang out, three figures appeared silently not far behind them.
The man in black suddenly narrowed his eyes.
He remembered very clearly, no one was supposed to be here.
How did these three people suddenly appear?
He scrutinized these three individuals closely.
They seemed to be young men around the age of twenty.
One looked like a Daoist.
One looked like a graceful young gentleman.
One looked like the son of a common farmer.
But it was the one who looked like the son of a farmer who casually reached out and grabbed.
The little girl fell into his hands.
These three were naturally Zhou Yu, Qi Ling, and Hai Long.
They were traveling toward Jiulong Mountain and had encountered many scenes of treasure disputes along the way.
Qi Ling and Hai Long, full of youthful vigor, wanted to intervene whenever they saw injustice.
But Zhou Yu stopped them.
Zhou Yu told them that every person has their own fate and it is best not to interfere lightly.
