Wang Anfeng chanted the Rebirth Mantra continuously until the last traces of the Great Wilderness Stronghold turned into ashes under the high temperature of the Qilin Fire. Only then did he mount the red slender horse, urging it forward in the direction the caravan should have taken.
According to common sense, he had separated from the caravan twice consecutively; returning now felt extremely uncomfortable. However, there was still Zhou Chao, whose hands had already been stained with the blood of an entire stronghold, and such a culprit should not be let go.
The slender horse sped swiftly, ignoring the rugged terrain, dashing like a flame across the slightly gloomy broad plains, quickly disappearing from sight.
