Someone screamed in panic, "The little dwarf has come back, catch her quickly!" The thieves inside the camp were shocked; Dong Huiying’s unexpected triumph with the lance was sudden and surprising. She had stumbled into the storeroom of the mountain stronghold by pure fluke, and the room was filled with wooden crates, on top of one of which were two small bundles, one of which was hers. Who would have known that her escape would be discovered? Consequently, the camp was thrown into chaos, and Dong Huiying, not wanting to linger in battle, grabbed her bundle and hurriedly fled. But alas, there were too many who surrounded and pursued her, and she quickly dodged into a room. The Master unsheathed his sword. Dong Huiying darted aside, then turned to look at the man behind her. This man, wearing a black iron mask, was very tall, at a guess about a 188 centimeters. He was dressed in rough hemp clothes, but couldn’t hide his natural air of nobility. Yet strangely, his stature seemed somewhat familiar? There was no time to ponder; she lunged at him. Disarming him with her bare hands, she then held the Longsword at the man’s throat. "Keep quiet if you don’t want to die!" She threatened fiercely, then held her breath as well, listening to the rushed footsteps outside. She gripped the sword hilt tighter, and the edge of the blade involuntarily pressed down a few notches, cutting the skin at the man’s throat. Nobody knew the extent of the Master’s shock. He looked at the young lady holding him hostage, seeing a petite figure, with a face that would have been delicate like a newly bloomed lotus. But now, her face was covered in blood and a long scar ran from her left temple to her lips. His eyes widened, and even his usually composed temperament felt a flutter of disturbance. The voice from outside claimed someone had broken into the camp and asked through the door if the Master had seen anyone suspicious. The Master swallowed hard. The sword’s edge moved closer to the Master’s neck again. The petite girl seemed like a fierce little beast. The threat in her eyes was clear to the Master. It warned him that if he uttered even a single word, she would decapitate him. The Master lowered his gaze. There was knocking at the door, and it seemed the people outside were becoming suspicious. The Master looked at the girl before him and, speaking in a hoarse whisper, said, "I thought I heard some noise coming from the east just now." Dong Huiying nearly cut off the Master’s head, but seeing him cover for her, she furrowed her brow slightly. And in that moment of hesitation, the Master quickly snatched the Longsword from her hand, covered her mouth, wrapped his arm around her waist, and the two of them pressed closely together. The person outside hesitated. "East side?" Someone gestured, "Let’s go!" Dong Huiying was trying to break free from the Master, but he had already opened a wardrobe and before she could react, he stuffed her into it and then closed the door. At the same time, with a bang, the door was kicked open. The newcomer was Hou Han, Second Master of Black Wind Camp. When he entered, all he saw was the Master’s back to the door. In front of the Master was a basin, and he took a towel to wipe his neck, cleverly covering the wound on his neck with it. He glanced coldly at Hou Han, "What brings Second Master Hou here?" "I thought there was something wrong with the Master’s voice, so I came to check it out," Hou Han replied. The Master curved his lips into a smile, "I appreciate Second Master Hou’s concern, but if there is nothing else, please leave. My humble abode is simple, and I’m not in a position to entertain guests."