The convoy traveled on.
The wind howled, and in the blink of an eye, the sun set.
The golden sunset sank below the horizon, taking all light with it, yet the wind continued to howl.
Generally speaking, caravans would not rest casually in the wilderness—it was simply too dangerous. But if they did not rest tonight, this group would have gone two days without sleep.
People could sleep in the wagons, but the Black-Horned Horses could not hold out. Hauling tons of cargo for hundreds of li without rest would delay the rest of the journey.
They could only stop.
The caravan found a level patch of ground. Two earth-element Soul Masters raised two walls, one on each side, enclosing the Black-Horned Horses. Two more walls went up at the front and rear, forming a makeshift stable that kept the cold night wind from reaching them.
The Black-Horned Horses were unharnessed and lay down, slowly chewing their fodder, their black tails swishing now and then.
The two Soul Masters built several simple earthen shelters as well as a ten-meter-tall watchtower.
A plant-type Soul Master controlled vines to grow over them as camouflage. From afar, the entire camp truly was inconspicuous.
It had to be said, having martial souls and Soul Power was incredibly convenient.
In less than ten minutes, everything was finished.
The rest of the caravan needed no instructions. They took insect-repelling powder, pots, meat, and their own tents from the wagons and began setting up.
A fire was lit inside the barracks. Through openings carved into the walls, warm orange-red firelight flickered.
It became the most reassuring place in the world.
Xia Yan casually found a rock to sit on and watched everyone bustle about in the darkness, joking with one another.
Fu Shen walked to the center