It had already been a full day since Zhao Tian and Li Xueyan joined the caravan, and despite the growing tension in the air, the expected bandit attack never came.
The sun hung low on the horizon now, casting a warm, golden hue over the rolling hills as dusk began to settle over the landscape.
Zhao Tian, leaning against the side of the cart, watched the sun sink behind the mountains as a soft sigh escaped his lips.
"We've been traveling all day," Li Xueyan's voice broke the silence beside him, her tone low and thoughtful.
She sat cross-legged, with a slight furrow in her brow as she stared at the road ahead. "Still no sign of the bandits."
"They've been raiding caravans for days on this route. It doesn't make sense for them to lie low now."
The two exchanged a brief glance, a silent understanding passing between them.
They both knew that waiting any longer could be a mistake.
