"Really?"
Upon hearing Zhou Qing's words, Luo Feng didn't say much. But he didn't quite believe it. Yingkui was also of the Demon Eye Clan and had already come of age. He was no monster; in fact, Luo Feng owed his life to Yingkui.
Taking a shallow breath, Luo Feng glanced at the carriage behind him, nudged his horse's belly, and continued forward.
「...」
The sun blazed fiercely in the sky. Within Flame Rock Canyon, even the slowly moving air carried an unbearable, sweltering heat.
Everyone in the canyon walked quietly under the burning sun. They appeared somewhat listless, yet their eyes constantly scanned the shadowy corners around them.
In this sweltering environment, even the level-five Demon Beast, the Six-Eared Red Flame Tiger, was unusually quiet, keeping its head down as it trudged onward.
A day had passed since Luo Feng had encountered the caravan, and the group had left the Red Ancient Wasteland behind.
