The rainforest night was so thick it seemed almost tangible. Heavy moisture pressed in around the flickering edges of the temporary campsite's bonfire, muffling even the crackle of wood being licked by flames.
Two Wuzhui Horses were tied nearby, restlessly scraping at the layer of rotting vegetation beneath their hooves and exhaling breaths that formed white mists.
Beside the bonfire, a bound-hand-and-foot bandit leader with a bruised and battered face twitched uselessly in icy terror, like a fish out of water.
Chapter 197