Zhao Daniu slowly exhaled, his voice slightly trembling as he said:
"This, Fifth Shopkeeper, this, is really..."
When he turned around, he did not see the caravan anymore, let alone the shopkeeper. Slightly stunned, he turned to look but could faintly see through the gaps between the charging horses, the caravan's flag still fluttered vigorously. A group of eight seemed to be moving faster and more urgently, as terrifying as horses charging. He was once again shocked, feeling that today's experiences were far from ordinary.
Just then, a sudden thunderous twang of bowstrings resounded through the air.