"Alright, let the brothers rest a bit, drink some water, and we'll hit the road once the sandstorm passes, so the road is a bit clearer." The leader said happily.
"What about... that guest who left?" A member of the caravan thought of Xue Ming, who left before the sandstorm, and asked.
"Don't worry about him. He left on his own, none of our business. Initially, we only agreed to take him for a stretch, not to a specific destination." The leader replied.
"Okay, I'll let the brothers know."
Tap, tap, tap~ A figure appeared in Huang Litian's view just as he was preparing to turn and leave after paying silent respects to Lu Yu; he saw Lu Yu's silhouette.
He blinked hard, in disbelief as he watched Lu Yu walk towards the tavern, shocked in his heart: He's actually unharmed?
The caravan member had just turned around and saw Lu Yu, paused, hesitated to say something, and a hand rested on his shoulder— the leader behind him said, "Go on, let the brothers rest for a bit."
