After waiting like this for a day, Qin He had assumed the place had been exposed. It should have been utter chaos—those moving would move, those fleeing would flee.
Yet... it was quiet.
As though nothing had happened here at all.
What was more, captured night watchmen were still being sent here one after another.
For a moment, Qin He could not get a read on this place.
They were far too brazen.
This place was only a day's journey from Sin City. A Divine Bridge Realm expert could arrive in three hours at most.
Put another way, they had something to rely on.
After watching for another half day, Qin He shook his head and left.
Evil opening the door for evil—evil had come right home.
If he could not figure something out, then he would not waste time thinking about it.
After lying low for several more days, Qin He made his way back to Sin City.
When the massive, towering Pass City appeared before him, Qin He actually let out a faint sigh of relief.
Though it was a rotten place.
It was still better than the endless cold winds of the wilderness. As long as one could afford spirit stones, one could still live decently for a few days.
Unlike the wilderness, where opening one's mouth every day meant gulping down an endless supply of northwest wind.
Qin He had naturally not rested during this journey of more than ten days. Large and small bags hung all over him, a dazzling array of goods, and he was covered in travel dust, like a guest returning from afar.
Such a haul naturally drew some greedy gazes.
So long as they remained outside Pass City, so long as they had not entered those gates, whatever one snatched belonged