Soon, the merchant caravan disappeared into the vast night.
Zhao Ya rekindled the fire, reheated the roast chicken, and then began to eat.
The night gradually faded, and as a faint light appeared in the east, Zhao Ya had already finished all the roast chickens and drunk all the wine.
Yet, as expected, the large-scale attack from the Black Wind Stronghold did not appear.
It seems that after discovering that all the scouts they sent out lost contact, they understood the severity of the situation, so they didn't send anyone over.
Actually, this is the norm in the Jianghu.
There aren't that many fools willing to risk their lives for a momentary gamble.
Especially those bandit robbers in the mountains and forests, even more so.
In their eyes, their own life is the most important.
And robbery is a business.
When the cost is too high, they wisely choose to give up rather than make a loss for the sake of face.
