Thirty minutes later.
The sound of galloping hooves approached, growing closer.
Three squads of Xiu Luo Envoys arrived, their presence fierce and brimming with Evil Qi.
"Marquis, we apologize for our tardiness!"
The squads swiftly dismounted, kneeling to plead for forgiveness.
Standing on a high slope of the burial mound, Feng Fuce's expression remained calm and indifferent: "No matter, bring these two stone lions back."
"Yes!"
Then, Bai Zhi'er watched as the Xiu Luo Envoys darted into the surrounding woods.
Soon, they dragged out a handmade bamboo vine.
Together, they hoisted the stone lions onto the bamboo vine, securing them with several loops of rope.
Then, pulling with four horses simultaneously, they managed to descend the mountain unimpeded.
Bai Zhi'er blinked her bright eyes twice.
Brother Fuce's men are quite skilled indeed...
While she was in a daze, Feng Fuce mounted his horse again, sitting behind her once more.
