After the incident at Ravenhill Village, the Thousand Wealth Chamber did not encounter any accidents again. Their journey was smooth sailing.
Apart from the occasional rest on the road, they did not stop—traveling both day and night.
Before the journey, Mo Jian had prepared for various attacks from bandits, but he and everyone else were shocked. They did not encounter any bandits along the way.
It was then they realized the previous scholar was not lying. Someone had gathered all the bandits on this route for their evil plan.
Nevertheless, this was a blessing in disguise for their caravan.
Swiftly, they entered the Silent Creek Forest.
The Silent Creek Forest loomed ahead like a slumbering beast, its thick canopy casting eerie shadows that swallowed the light.
Twisted trees clawed at the sky, their blackened bark peeling like dead flesh, while the wind carried the scent of damp moss and blood-soaked soil.
