At lunchtime, the warm sunlight gently streamed over the campsite, waking Lu Hongye and Shi Xiong slowly.
Shi Feiyang and Yang Xue'Er walked toward Lu Hongye and Shi Xiong with smiles on their faces, holding aromatic, steaming dishes in their hands, walking with a light step.
The aroma of the meal immediately spread, seemingly with a kind of magic power, instantly arousing everyone's appetite.
Lu Hongye and Shi Xiong looked at the scene before them, a wave of warmth surged in their hearts, and their eyes moistened, almost moved to tears. Just as everyone finished enjoying their lunch and was leisurely chatting, suddenly, a sharp, piercing sound of clashing swords broke the tranquility of the suburbs, like a sudden nightmare.
Everyone's expressions suddenly changed, quickly scrambling out of the tent with faces full of alarm and unease.
Not far away, Lan Xiaodie was surrounded by a group of fierce Beggar Sect Disciples, trapped in a desperate situation.
