Although the steed under Wang Anfeng was extremely wild in temperament, its endurance was sufficient, sweeping across the plains like a gust of wind. If he hadn't deliberately tried to avoid drawing too much attention by holding it back, the horse's speed could have been even greater. He estimated the speed of the merchant caravan after being startled and adjusted his direction slightly. The horse underneath him seemed to be stimulated by the recent killing intent, becoming extremely excited, occasionally letting out a prolonged neigh like the roar of a Dragon Beast, snorting hot air, and its four legs galloping with uncontrollable speed. Its crimson mane trembled in the wind, and due to its bloodline, faint flames flickered from its hooves. Wang Anfeng had to reach out and pull the reins to slightly calm it down. Chapters first released on novel·fıre·net After a while, although the speed slowed down compared to just now, it was still stronger than the so-called fine steeds. At least, it could catch up to the merchant caravan, which had left quite some time earlier, before sunset. As for after catching up with the caravan, whether to draw the blade and get rid of Zhou Chao directly or make other plans until after leading them to Xiong City in the Northwest, when the latter was no longer of value to the caravan, this was a matter worth considering. After all, there were still several days' journey to Xiong City in the Northwest. Without such an experienced guide, he himself would be fine, but the merchants in the caravan might become anxious, or worse, lose their way and fail to find resupply before their food ran out. But in any case, Zhou Chao must die. Without a leader, the caravan would certainly not be able to pass to the Western Regions, and his previous plan would fail. Or should he spare Zhou Chao's life to lure out the true master of the Great Wilderness Stronghold outside the regions? Thinking of what Wen Jie and Yang Mu said today, Wang Anfeng silently touched the handle of the Mo Blade at his waist. The blade's material was very special, cool to the touch, and even the heat of the Qilin Fire couldn't melt it. The murderous intent rising in Wang Anfeng's heart quickly calmed down. On the desolate and uninhabited plains, only his horse was galloping wildly. The vast Heaven and Earth stretched endlessly, as if it wanted to run to the very end. Further ahead, a person suddenly appeared. Wang Anfeng's expression did not change, and he forcefully tightened the reins. The horse underneath him, spiritually aware, stood on its hind legs with a neigh, veering off to avoid the person ahead. Though thin, its front hooves were extremely powerful as they struck the ground, causing fine cracks to spread. The thin horse seemed quite displeased with someone disturbing its pace, raising its head to neigh with its front hooves repeatedly stamping on the ground, creating a series of cracks. Wang Anfeng extended his right hand, patting the horse's neck, then lifted his gaze to look at the person in front of him. It was a man about his age, or slightly older, wearing spotless white linen clothes, with a coarse linen rope as a belt. He had a slender figure and wore an innocent smile at the corners of his mouth. His black hair flowed naturally behind, and he was barefoot. The young man nodded slightly at Wang Anfeng with a gentle smile, saying: "Thank you, kind sir." His eyes were large, filled with pure serenity, making one unconsciously let down their guard and confide in him. His hands were fair but somewhat rough, with a bracelet woven from dyed hemp grass on his right wrist. Wang Anfeng placed his right hand on his blade, nodded, and moved his horse aside to clear the path. Here, in the barren hundred-mile stretch of plains, the road was flat but full of dust and gravel. For someone to appear barefoot on the road in such a place at this time was enough to raise caution. After all, he was no longer a thirteen-year-old child. The man in the linen and barefoot smiled slightly at him, nodded again to express thanks, and then slowly proceeded forward. After the smile, his expression became focused and pious, walking steadily and slowly, each step firm. An air of tranquility and calm filled his eyes. He was walking between Heaven and Earth. Anyone seeing him would naturally have this strange yet natural thought in their heart. Wang Anfeng furrowed his brow and said: "The nearest town is over a hundred miles ahead. Walking like that, you won't reach it by sunset today." The black-haired, white-footed youth stopped, turned to look at Wang Anfeng with a smile, and said: "It's alright, sleeping under the Heaven and Earth is a common thing." "But thank you for your concern, kind sir." Then he nodded to him and turned around again. With slow and peaceful movements, he took a few steps forward. Suddenly, something flew toward him. The young man in white reached out and grabbed it, finding it to be a piece of dry food and a water pouch. His eyes widened slightly, and he turned to see that Wang Anfeng had already urged his horse to leave the original direction. Holding the dry food in his hand, the youth smiled slightly and bowed to the departing figure. Then he turned around and continued to walk quietly forward. Heaven and Earth vast. Wang Anfeng had no issue with calculating speed and direction, and when the last light of the sun went out in the sky, he saw from afar a glow of fire. The caravan was encircled to shield against the wind, and the tired horses of the day lay on the ground. People of the merchant caravan gathered in the center, picking up firewood, lighting fires to dispel the chill. The firelight shone through the gaps in the wagons, falling into Wang Anfeng's eyes. He let out a slight sigh of relief, controlling the speed of the thin horse to let it gently approach. The horse understood him, its hooves falling softly, making only slight sounds that merged into the ambient noise and the crackling of the fire as it licked the firewood, remaining inconspicuous.