As Chen Mo and the others returned, Qian Ying in the canyon was also wondering whether Ouyang Nan and the others would make it back.
It was not that he was worried about the safety of the entire exploration squad. Never mind Ouyang Nan—even if his own junior, Qian Zhenghao, truly ran into trouble, Qian Ying would not be concerned.
He was thinking about the exploration squad because if they encountered danger, or even if the entire squad was wiped out, it would mean there was danger ahead. Should the martial artists in the main force press onward, or remain here?
If they continued forward, how were they supposed to defend against the unknown dangers ahead? If they lost too many people, the impact on this expedition would be enormous, and they might not even be able to continue.
Although he was a Xiantian Master, if there were too many Monsters or they were too powerful, he could still die. So if they continued onward, he would still need henchmen.
It had long since gotten dark. Even if Ouyang Nan and the others were returning, they should have arrived by now.
Yet Ouyang Nan and the others had not appeared at all. That meant they might have been delayed by danger, or perhaps the entire exploration squad had already been wiped out and could not return.
Although Qian Ying had always wanted Ouyang Nan and Chen Mo to go die, sometimes he hoped they would finish their task before dying. At the very least, they could bring back the information they had gathered, making their deaths worthwhile. Now, not a single person had returned, and there was no news at all. Dying like that was simply a waste.
Unfortunately, he did not know that Ouyang Nan and the others had