The two parties were separated by a great distance, but they could see each other's expression clearly. Fan Xian narrowed his eyes and confirmed that the Hu were leaving. He couldn't help but shake his head. A wave of exhaustion surged through his heart. Having been chased by the pack of Western Hu wolves for three days, both sides were burned out. Since the Hu had given up, he didn't feel any disappointment, only release.
The three days of waiting and three days of pursuit looked like children playing house. It did not seem particularly dangerous. Neither side had pulled out a knife, nor had arrows been fired. They both knew what this pursuit represented and what kind of dangers it hid.
