The fleeting opportunity had slipped through his fingers just like that.
He dared not look any longer, immediately tossing the sniper rifle into the nearby river and crawling back into the carriage, returning to his place, once again becoming an inconsequential traveler.
Huai Shi withdrew his gaze, waited at the spot for a while, and after no one else came to challenge him, he turned and walked towards the White Horse.
He saw a body kicked to pieces next to the White Horse.
"Who is this?"
"Don't know," Ai Qing shook her head. "Someone looking for easy pickings, probably."
Huai Shi nodded, carelessly pulled the remaining half of the Short Knife from the front, threw it to the ground, dusted it with Silver Blood Potion, and looked up ahead. "How much further?"
"Eighty kilometers, not far now."
Ai Qing asked, "Shall we keep going?"
"Then let's go."
Huai Shi mounted his horse and looked towards the gradually darkening sky ahead.
