Return

In the blink of an eye, another hour passed.

Qian finally completed the treatment.

And the ninja he had treated, regardless of how serious their injuries had been before, had now recovered at least the most basic ability to move.

Qian looked up at the sky.

By now, the sun was already slanting west.

So Qian wasted no more time. After a brief rest, he ordered, "The mission is over. We're leaving!"

At his words, the assembled ninja answered in unison, "Yes, Captain!"

"Mm."

Qian nodded, then took the lead and headed back in the direction they had come from.

Seeing this, the others followed close behind.

On the way here, they had been unfamiliar with the terrain and had spent more than an hour.

But now, retracing their route, even with wounded among them, they would not need that long.

After only about an hour, they walked out of the Ghost Cry Forest and returned to Camp just before the sun set.

Nara Fufeng was very surprised to see them.

At the same time, a faint, hard-to-believe premonition rose in his heart.

"You..."

He looked at Qian and asked in a tone tinged with expectation, "The mission is complete?"

"Mm."

Qian nodded calmly and did not keep him in suspense. He said directly, "The three squads Kumogakure sent out have all been dealt with by us. The crisis is over."

"Hiss..."

Even though Nara Fufeng had already had a premonition, hearing Qian admit it with his own mouth still left him somewhat dazed.

One had to know that those were three full squads of elites, not some worthless small fry.

And yet, even so, Qian had led his team to deal with them in less than three hours.

That did not even take into account the lack of intelligence