Beneath the bright moonlight, Yao Junxian led the way. Qin Fan, wearing a mischievously sly smile, silently led the group of over fifty people as they shuffled toward the Spiritual Medicine Garden.
It seemed like a reluctant gesture of welcome. The outskirts of the Spiritual Medicine Garden had been tidied up immaculately; even the previously sprawling vines had their roots pruned into an exquisite disarray.
However, when Qin Fan released his Divine Sense to survey the inside of the Spiritual Medicine Garden, he couldn't help but chuckle bitterly. He shook his head as he turned to Yao Junxian walking beside him and teased, "Valley Master Yao, in your heart, am I just like a bandit?"
What the heck? Like a bandit? Damn it, you *are* a bandit! A completely reprehensible one!
