At dawn the next day, while the tribe still lay in silence, the caravan of the Hu merchants broke camp and set off. Lin Wanwan had also left at midnight.
Inside Baye Feng's yurt, riches abounded. Lin Wanwan had left a bag of snow-white sugar, a brick of Pu'er tea wrapped in bamboo reeds, and half a brick of aged tea already opened.
She gave him these three invaluable items directly, telling him to procure goods and join the caravan with them, and handle the transit paperwork. She wasn't at all worried he might pocket them and deny the transaction, which surprised Baye Feng a bit.
This lone woman roaming the world had a truly bold spirit.
Baye Feng sat on the wolf pelt, practicing meditation and martial arts in silence, waiting for the last message to confirm whether Lin Wanwan's task had succeeded.
He did not have an obsession with personally slaying his enemy. For him, as long as the enemy was dead, revenge was accomplished.
