As he pondered this, the fire of anger in his heart kept growing. This caused the blood-red fog within his Dantian Cave to start responding.
At the last moment, Yan Xiaobao calmed down, letting the serene clouds push away the red fog. He let out a deep sigh, hoping these two phenomena would be as manageable as the golden wings and green pearls.
The caravan and its many followers continued deeper into the tunnel, running in relentless waves, group after group falling behind. These followers struggled to keep up with the caravan's fast pace. Only Yan Xiaobao's team and two other teams managed to stay close. After half a day's running, they finally took a break.
Just like the previous night, Yan Xiaobao set up a campfire and waited for the caravan to settle down. It seemed, unlike the night before, no one would sleep tonight. Everyone looked alertly around; the level of vigilance felt higher now than the day the bandits were expected to attack.
