He just genuinely wanted to rid the world of evil for the people, definitely not for the silver taels they carried. He's simply someone who detests evil with a passion.
Speak of the devil.
After advancing a few hundred meters further, as he passed through a dense forest, an arrow shot out from the woods.
Whoosh—
The arrow flew at lightning speed, aiming straight for Lin Zheyu's chest.
Clang!
A flash of the blade, Lin Zheyu casually swung his knife, and with a snap, the arrow broke into two and fell to the ground.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
The other side had no intention of leaving any witnesses, and a dozen more arrows flew out from the woods.
Lin Zheyu moved, executing the Golden Swan Skill, with the knife whistling, silver gleams flashing, slicing all the arrows in half.
"He's a tough one, retreat!"
In the dense forest, the leader of the men, upon seeing this, felt a tightness in his heart, realizing they had encountered a master.
