As soon as Xia Hong and his group retreated, the area near the mountain wall fell into silence.
A hundred breaths later, within the Arrow Bamboo Forest, He Meng emerged again with fourteen others, looking from a distance at the barely visible outline of the Great Xia group. He Meng's expression was somber, a flash of coldness in his eyes.
"Hm! They've posted sentries at the back, these people are quite cautious!"
"There are too many of them, and the leaders are quite strong too. Can't force them to stay."
"The leader named Xia Hong, his long blade is stained with the blood of the Rat King. He's very strong, not yet at the Cold Resistance Level, but should be close."
"More than a hundred from the Logging Realm, and they're equipped with over a hundred bows. And that's just those who went out, not counting those who stayed behind. This Great Xia must be a large camp."
"Most likely there are Cold Resistance Level experts. It should be a large camp, no doubt!"
