Amid the endless mountains, a winding trade road twisted into the distance.
At that moment, a merchant caravan of barely more than ten people was making its way along the road.
The small caravan had hired three guards clad in armor.
The leader was a Martial Artist at only the fourth level of the Yellow Martial Realm, while the other two had only just entered the Yellow Martial Realm.
In order to secure enough resources for cultivation, they had no choice but to risk taking on the caravan's protection job.
Everyone knew that on this trade road, guards of this number could only resign themselves to their fate if they truly encountered bandits. Their sole purpose was to make the other side wary enough not to take lives.
To truly hold off bandits, only large merchant caravans with hundreds of guards could manage it.
"Everyone, Flood Cliff lies ahead," the fourth-level Yellow Martial Realm Martial Artist in the lead warned. "Whether we can make it safely past Flood Cliff will depend on everyone's fortune."
"What, is Boss Bai scared?" one of the Martial Artists who had just entered the Yellow Martial Realm asked with a grin.
Boss Bai glanced back at him. "You aren't?"
The man gave a chuckle. "Scared? Of course I am."
"But once I finish this trip, I'll be able to buy a Flesh Pellet for my son."
Boss Bai sighed. "People like us can only place our hopes on the younger generation."
"Speaking of which, your son is quite remarkable. He made a name for himself at last year's tournament in town and has already caught the town chief's eye. If he reaches the Yellow Martial Realm before turning fourteen, he'll be someone who draws a state stipend in the future. You'll be sharing in plenty