As the group of weasels departed, the fog dissipated. The convoy soon set off again and continued on its way.
A mere group of weasels wasn't enough to scare off the convoy, much less Yue Yuna.
"Sir, if the weasel spirits attack tonight, what are our chances?"
Inside the carriage, Yue Yuna looked at Zhou Yan and asked.
Zhou Yan thought for a moment before replying in a low voice, "I can't take on the entire group of spirits alone. But the Corpse Controlling technique has just been developed, so this is a good chance to test it against the weasels and see how it fares in a real fight."
His words sounded modest, but there was a hint of arrogance in them, quite unlike his usual manner.
It wasn't that Zhou Yan had gotten carried away. He simply understood that there were times to lie low and times to show his mettle. When the latter came, he couldn't back down.
After all, he was a retainer. When his employer ran into trouble, it was only natural that he should step in.
Otherwise, what were they keeping him around for?
It might not have been pleasant to hear, but it was the plain truth.
There were no free gifts from the heavens. Whatever one gained, one would ultimately have to pay for...
Yue Yuna's eyes lit up. "Good. With such boldness, sir, I'll personally beat the drums and cheer you on."
By afternoon, the convoy had already begun setting up camp.
Just as they had when they were attacked by bandits last time, they quickly built a large number of defensive fortifications: abatis, caltrops, barricades, and deep pits, along with traps.
But this time, the people in the convoy were much calmer.
Even though they were facing spirits of legend,