After leaving the Kechar tribe, Dong Huiying thought to herself, "Without any leads on the ’Witch’, it might be better to accompany Hong Xiangjun to the Nu Woer Tribe and see if they could rescue Hong Wenbin from inside the Nu Woer Tribe." However, after they departed, unknown to them, a mysterious person had arrived at the Kechar tribe. The stranger was clad in black, with a black cloak covering their figure, their face concealed beneath the cloak. The female chief, upon learning of this visitor’s arrival, hurried out to greet them. Tuoya looked respectfully at the mysterious person, and then noticed a young and strapping lad following behind them. The young man’s face was somewhat pale, yet it was precisely Bazak who had been mistakenly thought to be dead. Bazak appeared utterly desolate. "Chief," he nodded in greeting and then fell silent again. Tu Ya had also received news that Bazak was still alive, and with Hulan’s support, she stumbled over. "Bazak, Bazak? You’re not dead?" It was as if she had let out a sigh of relief, and also found some comfort. The mysterious person saw Tu Ya and seemed slightly displeased, while Bazak tilted his head away slightly, closing his eyes and not looking at Tu Ya. Tu Ya bit her lip, wanting to rush over and drag Bazak back, but as she was about to move, she was stopped by her mother. "Sir, was it you who saved Bazak?" Tuoya turned to the mysterious stranger, who responded indifferently with a ’hm’. "This lad, he tells me that three foreigners have come to the Kechar tribe?" Tuoya’s heart skipped a beat, "Sir, this was unexpected, and I intended to send someone to inform you, but first, your whereabouts are unpredictable, and second, there really have been quite a few incidents in my tribe recently, so I..." "Enough, quiet down." The mysterious person seemed impatient, "I didn’t come here to listen to your excuses. Enhe Tuoya, where are those three now?" Tuoya replied with bitterness, "They have already left." The mysterious person fell silent for a moment, then gave Tuoya a deep look, "I could make you, and I can destroy you. Back when your small tribe was almost swallowed by the Nu Woer, had I not stepped in, the Kechar would have been long erased from the Desert. You’d better remember that!" Tuoya shivered as if chilled to the core, and without another word, the mysterious person took off. Bazak took hold of the camel’s reins and led the camel away, while the mysterious person sat steadily atop the camel. "Bazak, Bazak!" Tu Ya’s cries came from behind, but Bazak paused only for a moment and ultimately did not turn back. Some things, once missed, are missed forever. Some wounds, once inflicted, can no longer be healed. Spilled water is difficult to retrieve, as the saying goes. Moreover, he had once been a dead man, and now his life no longer belonged to him. Thinking thus, Bazak raised his head to look at the mysterious person. Suddenly, a sharp gaze swept towards him, and he respectfully lowered his head. "If you wish to return, then return, for saving your life was but a convenient afterthought." "Sir, Bazak would rather be your dog!" He would not return to the Kechar tribe to be so lightly scorned by the woman he had once loved with all his heart. The mysterious person’s lips curled slightly, "You do have a sense, after all." Elsewhere, Tu Ya, seeing Bazak simply walk away without so much as glancing at her, felt an unpleasant taste in her heart.