"But that giant rat has over a million rats around it. My strength is still lacking. Even if I could fight it one-on-one, I couldn't get near it. I'm afraid those rats would overwhelm me before I even reached it."
The aged voice snorted. "That is indeed a problem. Has the convoy you contacted arrived?"
"Judging by their direction, they should be nearby soon. They'll arrive in another two days. We can use this time to let the rats lower their guard."
No sooner had he finished than a sultry female voice suddenly rang out, carrying the faintest hint of amusement. "There's something unusual about that convoy. Once they get here, we'll have a chance to wipe out the entire rat swarm."
The aged voice paused. "You damned fox, is your divination accurate or not?"
"Of course it is. Do you even know who I am?"
One old, one young, the two voices began arguing as they spoke.
The man in black hurriedly interjected, "Masters, please stop arguing. I still need to gather more information to ensure the convoy arrives safely."
"Hmph."
Two snorts sounded at once, and silence returned to the cave.
The next second, the man in black turned into a wisp of black smoke, drifted silently out of the cave, and vanished into the morning mist.
The convoy slowly made its way along the ruined road.
Wang Ying held the butcher knife she had just traded for, running her thumb along its spine and feeling its substantial weight.
She had spent an entire day looking for this knife.
Until Yang Yong forged her weapon, that little fruit knife in her hand was practically a joke.
She had made round after round through the convoy before finally spotting this knife in the hands of a survivor who had