Wei Ziyi had already demolished Wild Bull Village a year or two ago.
The location of Tuniu Mountain was quite remote, and indeed, nobody would claim it as a stronghold.
Thus, the mountain fort was abandoned.
The Master and his people had taken over, but due to their conditions, had not managed any renovations.
Consequently, the stronghold still looked severely dilapidated.
Buildings had collapsed where they stood, roofs leaked where they could.
The inhabitants moving around in the stronghold all looked pallid, their eyes reflecting confusion and uncertainty about the future.
Su Mo took all this in without knowing what to think.
Wei Ziyi, however, shook her head and tutted, "Such a pity, such a pity."
"…Shut up."
Su Mo gave her a glance.
To put it bluntly, a gang of bandits reduced to this state deserved little sympathy.
But the fact that the Master had been a mountain bandit for who knows how long, mainly targeting himself, was an issue.
