Lin Qingluo understood clearly and communicated telepathically to the young men, "The brash image of the Barbarian Warriors has deeply imprinted in people's hearts; no one dares to cause trouble in public."
"Hmm."
The young men nodded in unison.
Wang Meng, Shitou, and Lin Yixuan, who have witnessed the ferocity of the Barbarian Warriors firsthand, had an even deeper understanding.
"There are camels ahead. Let's go check it out."
Lin Qingluo, with her acute senses, heard the sound of camels from a stone house not far ahead and felt joy in her heart, immediately speeding up her pace.
Upon receiving the mental message, the young men were instantly energized, and they followed swiftly, leading their horses.
"Master, the barbarian who swaps camels is the son of a tribal chieftain, and he's an old acquaintance of ours."
Little Kingfisher flew swiftly like a red lightning bolt, landing on his master's shoulder.
"Who?"