At that moment, Li Shou was so frightened that he stood frozen in place, his eyes brimming with terror as they stared at Ye Lin.
Ye Lin, meanwhile, looked at him with an icy expression.
This fellow was part of the caravan. If Ye Lin did not still need to rely on this caravan, then with his temperament, this brat would have lost his life long ago.
"This time, I'll spare your life for the sake of your ignorance. If there's a next time, you'll die."
After Ye Lin spoke, Li Shou fled into the distance in a daze. Even when he fell, he scrambled back to his feet and kept running.
What kind of look had that been?
That single glance from Ye Lin had scared him so badly that he did not dare move where he stood.
In Ye Lin's eyes, he seemed to have seen mountains of corpses and seas of blood. It was unimaginably terrifying—truly, far too terrifying.
Watching Li Shou, whom he had nearly scared into wetting himself, Ye Lin continued sitting cross-legged where he was, warming himself by the fire.
He had never put this fellow in his eyes at all.
If seniority were taken into account, this fellow was not even qualified to stand on the same land as him.
Time passed quickly. The night curtain receded, dawn arrived, and the whole night slipped away just like that.
Ye Lin sat there for the entire night, watching the flames all night long without feeling the slightest bit sleepy.
The people keeping watch outside had already changed shifts, yet from beginning to end, he had simply sat there quietly.
"Little brother, you didn't sleep at all last night?"
When White Wind rose in the morning, he looked at Ye Lin with surprise.
"Couldn't sleep."