"It's already been a day, we can't wait any longer."
"We've inquired for news, and it seems there were traces of Purple Mist Sect disciples, maybe Brother Pei..."
"There are only three days left for the mission deadline, we must arrive on time."
In the dense forested mountain, teeming with the sounds of insects and birds, a group of several dozen riders were temporarily camped here.
As Su Jie listened to the disciples' clamor, he rotated the rabbit he was roasting in his hand, occasionally seasoning it.
"Come, see how my cooking is."
After dividing the roasted rabbit into three portions, Su Jie passed them to Gu Weonian and Chen Yun, who were sitting beside him.
"Brother Su, do you think Pei Haibing is really dead?"
Gu Weonian chewed on the rabbit meat, his eyes filled with a sense of relief.
If Pei Haibing were dead, then they wouldn't have to live in fear of retaliation from him ever again.
