The shopkeeper waved his hands impatiently, and the assistant scurried into the back hall. Shortly afterward, before Saibot could even make a choice, the assistant returned carrying a bundle of clothes. Hanging them up swiftly, Saibot's eyes immediately fixed on a deep-colored inner-fur leather jacket—a custom-made item abandoned by its original buyer.By the time it took to burn an incense stick, Saibot emerged from the shop, clad in the deep-colored jacket. Despite its oversized appearance on his small frame, he felt a warmth that surpassed his previous attire, making him content despite the mismatched appearance.Although eager to search for Rock Head, Saibot paused when he heard a commotion outside the campsite. Fire Possoms poured out, drawn by the arrival of a convoy of horse carriages, likely traders or buyers of the seven-leaf grass used in white pill concoction. Despite the spectacle, Saibot's focus remained on Rock Head, whom he followed discreetly.As the bustling market

"He's too young," the burly man grumbled.Saibot remained silent, subtly shifting his leg to retrieve the dagger strapped to his calf. An uneasy feeling crept over him in the presence of these three individuals, each emanating a strength that surpassed even Rock Head from the previous day.Especially the man with the bow, whose aura sent shivers down Saibot's spine."Barbaric Ghost, third level of Body Refinement*, with natural godly strength," Litcht announced, gesturing toward the burly man."Luan Tooth*, third level of Qi Condensation, capable of communicating with ferocious beasts. Most of the wild dogs in the campsite are her spies.""Cross, fourth level of Qi Condensation, nearly unmatched within the same realm," Litcht continued, indicating each member in turn before turning to Saibot."Kid, second level of Body Refinement."As Litcht spoke, the expressions of the team members grew solemn, and Saibot listened intently as the introductions unfolded."Let's eat first. We'll disc

Cross departed without a word, and moments later, the wolf pack surged forward. The gust of wind brushed Saibot's face, carrying a putrid odor. The leading wolves, about ten in number, had jet-black bodies and crimson eyes brimming with ferocity and madness.Clearly, the Lightning Arrow Team's initial assault had inflicted significant casualties on these wolves. Fueled by bloodlust, the black-scaled creatures now appeared frenzied.Unnoticed by the wolves, Saibot swiftly took action. A dagger flew from his hand, piercing the foremost wolf's forehead with lethal precision. As the wolf fell, Saibot darted forward like lightning.His iron stick gleamed ominously as it struck, dispatching another wolf with brutal efficiency. With a swift swing of his fist, he crushed a third wolf attempting a sneak attack from behind.Moving with unparalleled agility, Saibot carved through the wolf pack, his icy gaze betraying no hesitation. The metallic clang of his iron stick echoed amidst the wolves'