Qianye did not fire a second shot, but the caravan did not move forward, either. The group’s purpose was to bait Qianye out, to begin with, but who would’ve thought Qianye would attack from almost a thousand meters away and kill the vice-commander, Du Yufeng. Now that the ambush had failed, there was no need to continue this operation.

The merchant caravan turned around and rushed back into the city. The city guards and mercenaries in their escort didn’t split off to chase Qianye—they even summoned back the scouts operating along the way.

The surviving leader of the city guards understood that the shot just now had likely consumed a significant amount of power. Perhaps Qianye wasn’t waiting out of benevolence but simply in order to recharge. The entire group could forget about fleeing once he had recovered.

Qianye slowly opened his eyes as the caravan moved away. He nodded to himself, acknowledging that the other party was experienced enough to deny him further kills. As for that rank-sixteen expert, he was flaunting his power despite keeping his location concealed—he hadn’t withdrawn his aura at all while seated in the car. Perhaps other people couldn’t see him, but...