After the battle, Gu Ming didn't rest.
He didn't even have time to sit and take a sip of water. Wiping the sweat, grass ash, and Demon Fiend blood from his face, he waved to the still-panting team behind him, signaling for them to head south immediately.
No one complained. They all knew why he was in such a hurry.
The fire they had set burned too large. The thick smoke billowing into the sky was an unconcealed beacon for any Demon Fiend packs for miles around.
Lingering here would only invite another siege.
In silence, the team reformed and moved out, weaving quickly in the direction of Lanqi City.
It wasn't until they had passed through the potential warzone marked on the map and entered a relatively quiet stretch of hills that Gu Ming finally raised a hand to signal a halt.
Everyone collapsed to the ground, overcome with relief.
Some unscrewed their canteens and chugged water; others leaned against their Pet Beasts, panting with their eyes closed.
