About half an hour later, Xu Yunfan opened his slightly closed eyes. He set off, his footfalls silent as he swiftly moved away.
"You carefully concealed your presence, lying in wait for the opportune moment. The target was completely unaware. Your Hunting Skill level has increased."
Reading the system prompt floating in his vision, Xu Yunfan couldn't help but smile.
As the morning mist rolled through the withered forest, Xu Yunfan was using grassy ash to bury the last of the embers.
His ears twitched. Taking a long stride, he positioned himself on a small, gently sloping hill. Uncle Jin's caravan had already left the withered forest and was now proceeding slowly along the winding main road, its twelve carriages appearing and disappearing in the thin mist.
Only after confirming that there was nothing amiss did Xu Yunfan look away.
