Having safely escaped the cave and regrouped with the convoy, it was already midnight. The hiding place of the convoy was extremely concealed. After pondering for a while, Ye Fan decided to rest here first and set off in the morning. Having experienced the terror of the Treasure Room, everybody was still shaken and on edge, too anxious to rest, looking around nervously as if expecting danger at every turn.
Ye Fan stood by the roadside, a cigarette pinched between his fingers, with no intention of smoking it. He frowned, looking into the distance, pondering the situation. If the Treasure Room was just a trap, where was the real one? Or was it all an elaborate hoax? He turned to look at Han Lei and the others, who had no inclination to rest, and sighed slightly. It would all end soon. After daybreak, they would head to the Mogu region to help Angel secure the mines. As for the treasure, that would have to wait.
