Yang Jing suppressed his aura, hiding himself among the dense branches and leaves of an old locust tree. His gaze pierced through a gap, fixed on the dirt road below.
As he followed them, he had keenly sensed at least five or six groups of people lurking in the shadows.
Some hid behind distant earthen mounds, while others lay in wait within the woods. Their eyes, however, were always fixed on the direction the convoy was traveling, clearly monitoring the road and watching for ambushes.
A chill went down Yang Jing's spine.
'It's a good thing I chose to track them through the forest.'
'If I were still traveling on the main road, with how vigilant these people are, I would have been discovered by now.'
'Once exposed, I'd alert the enemy, and the consequences would be unimaginable.'
Judging by their deployment, they were almost certainly lookouts for the Flying Horse Thieves, responsible for scouting the area around the convoy.
