By the way, Might as well do a good deed and leave a survivor to send back.
Old Meng, that guy, didn't even need to be told; he knew what to do. And he was far more ruthless in his methods than anyone else.
Old Meng packed his belongings, hopped on his tricycle with the Mole Cricket, brought along the well-behaved Little Bat, and swiftly disappeared down the end of the street.
When he reappeared, he was in a desert region. The Mole Cricket had transformed into a camel, and Old Meng had pitched a tent to rest.
The Little Bat also shimmered and changed, transforming into a young man covered in burn marks.
The young man sat beside him, not daring to say much. The mysterious merchants, legendary on their side of the world, still held considerable sway over a newly matured member of the Blood Clan like him.
Old Meng took out some food and shared some with John.
