Ye Lin was sleeping while the caravan traveled on.
Whether they had taken Ye Lin's words to heart or been frightened by that giant scorpion, the caravan members voluntarily picked up their pace.
They had joined the caravan to make money, not to risk their lives. They had no desire to leave their lives behind in this place.
Several people stood outside Ye Lin's carriage, clinging tightly to its surroundings as though that could give them a sliver of security.
After all, they had all witnessed Ye Lin slaughter three Desert Loners by himself earlier.
The once utterly safe desert now seemed fraught with danger everywhere. It was as though only staying a little closer to Ye Lin could make them feel a trace of safety.
Three full hours passed before the caravan suddenly came to a halt, and Ye Lin, who had been sleeping inside the carriage, woke up at once.
The caravan had stopped so abruptly that even he was roused from his sleep.
There had to be a reason for such a sudden stop. He wanted to see what could have brought the caravan to a standstill.
Stepping out of the carriage, Ye Lin saw a group of people standing at the very front of the caravan. They too were hauling goods, seemingly another caravan.
At the front, White Wind was negotiating with that group, while the rest of the caravan members had all placed their hands on their weapons, their faces filled with vigilance.
What cargo escorts feared most was running into people—especially people who looked far from simple and harbored ill intentions.
Such people could be even more terrifying than wild beasts.
Ye Lin climbed down from the carriage and walked over. They could not delay any longer; the unease in his heart was growing