The caravan quickly noticed that Wang Anfeng disappeared again, but they didn't take it too seriously. They even abandoned a few exhausted horses and some heavy cargo, willing to travel light for a swift departure from this place.
Ma Yu leaned against the carriage, watching the scenery gradually retreat. His heart was still pounding wildly. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and murmured:
"That is the Great Wilderness Stronghold."
"Old Sun, old Sun, you can't blame me."
"This can't be blamed on me."
"That is the Great Wilderness Stronghold..."
His words were filled with deep fear, as if every word was saturated with terror and worry. The three words "Great Wilderness Stronghold" clung to his shoulders like childhood nightmares, constantly amplifying his panic, wishing the carriage could move faster, suppressing even the guilt of abandoning old friends.
In some ways, the danger of the Great Wilderness Stronghold far exceeded that of the desert bandits.
