As dusk fell, the scorching heat within the Firethorn Shrub thicket began to fade, leaving behind a chilling shade of trees.
Under a towering Flame Arrow Wood, a few mercenaries paced anxiously, their expressions uneasy. Every so often, someone would look up toward the treetop, yet each time they saw no sign of that agile figure.
"It's been so long, and the captain hasn't come down, maybe..." Luo Pan muttered, but before he could finish, he was met with disapproving glances from the others.
"An hour, let's wait a bit longer," no one suggested leaving, despite Yue Jinghua having long instructed them to leave immediately after an hour.
While the group insisted on waiting, a faint sound came from Qian Luo's Merit Ring, "Qian Luo, you should leave the Firethorn Shrub thicket, it's getting late, I will detour back to the village later, do not wait for me."
"Captain!" Hearing Yue Jinghua's safe voice, the group of mercenaries breathed a sigh of relief.
