Qin Ran admitted that Lifuweize had a point.
Human complexity always made things complicated.
Deep-rooted failings like taking one's anger out on others, in particular, sprang from the depths of the human soul.
So Qin Ran knew he needed to divert these people's attention.
And that was not difficult for him at the moment.
When he sensed something unusual, Qin Ran kicked Lifuweize in the head again. Once Lifuweize had lost consciousness completely, Qin Ran jumped off the carriage and strode toward the front of the convoy.
Qin Ran's actions immediately drew the attention of those around him.
They watched him in bewilderment as he advanced, reaching the very front of the convoy at a speed far beyond that of a galloping horse.
They watched Qin Ran raise his left leg high.
They watched him stamp down hard.
Boom!
As the earth shook, a wail rose from underground, then vanished.
"It's a monster!"
"A monster!"
Cries of alarm immediately rang out through the convoy, but there was no panic.
Anyone of normal intelligence could see that Qin Ran had dealt with the monster.
And he had done so without a single casualty.
Compared with the heavy casualties they had suffered in their previous encounters with monsters, this sort of battle felt truly unfamiliar. Then came a sense of security.
An unparalleled sense of security.
The looks people gave Qin Ran grew even more reverent.
Still not enough!
Sensing that reverence, Qin Ran thought those words silently, then walked toward the old priest.
"High Priest Pelt, please oversee the convoy's continued advance."
That was what Qin Ran said.
"What are you going to do?"
The old priest looked at Qin Ran in confusion.
Qin Ran did not answer. He merely pointed to the rear of the convoy, where the wounded were.