The carriage traveled east, and Wenlong did not neglect his healing while riding inside. After taking his Healing Pills, however, his injuries had already mostly healed.
The merchant was a warmhearted man and sent someone over with medicine for his wounds. Wenlong was grateful, but he did not use their medicine.
He could tell at a glance that these were ordinary remedies. How could they compare with his pills?
It seemed the Immortal World was not a place where immortals roamed every street. There must be commoners and ordinary people here too.
The guards escorting the cargo did not have high cultivation levels. Even their leader was only in the earth immortal realm, and he looked as though he had only recently broken through.
Before long, the caravan slowly stopped, and shouts came from outside. Focused on healing, Wenlong did not get out to help.
Instead, he used his divine sense to monitor the situation outside. If a powerful opponent appeared, he would have to flee too.
Nothing good came of becoming someone else's sacrificial lamb. Running would be the wiser choice. Still, he had received kindness from this merchant, and if he could help, he did not mind lending a hand.
The two sides speaking outside had already come to blows after a disagreement. Their opponents had strength in numbers, and the Escort Guards were soon driven back, step by step.
Wenlong sighed inwardly. Fortunately, the enemy's strongest fighters were also in the earth immortal realm. Otherwise, he would not have been so calm.
The fighting between the two sides was fierce. Their opponents had come prepared, and the Escort Guards were naturally no match for them.
Once the fighting began, there was no way back. Fleeing would most likely lead to death, with the enemy archers waiting for