Hu Biao was only in the Stone Skin Realm, and a weak one at that—the kind who relied on elixirs to force his advancement.
To Jiang Che, he was pathetically weak, hardly different from a chicken.
Jiang Che then patted down the corpse, only to find the man wasn't carrying anything of value.
'That makes sense,' Jiang Che thought. 'Who would bring valuables to a den of Horse Bandits? It would be like handing them a gift.'
'But to realize that and still dare to come here to report someone... he must have been truly blinded by greed.'
'Even if he hadn't run into me, Hu Biao's fate would have been sealed. He was a dead man either way.'
'And he actually thought he could get silver from the Horse Bandits. What a pipe dream.'
Kicking the corpse into the river and briefly cleaning up the signs of struggle on the ground, Jiang Che departed.
He did not return to Black Wind Mountain, instead choosing to wander around the area for a while.
