It was not that the ambusher had exposed himself. In truth, he had hidden his killing intent very well.

Rather, He Lingchuan had already grown used to preparing for every possibility.

Before taking down the nothing beast, he had set down ghost-shadow cicada shells in the surroundings in advance.

He leaped over to the captive and asked, “Who sent you?”

When he saw that face, he was not at all surprised, because the ambusher was none other than Hu Bin.

This bastard had cut off the nothing beast’s head one step ahead of him back at the beast den and offered the outrageous price of forty rinsing beads. His reason had sounded dignified enough, but unfortunately, He Lingchuan had not believed a word of it.

He could still tell the difference between someone who sincerely wanted to sell and someone who was only putting on airs.

Now, Hu Bin had actually tracked him all the way into the mountains. That meant taking an enormous risk. After all, the absence of even a single rinsing bead was enough to suffocate even the greatest hero. His Chiyan companions had not been willing to risk following He Lingchuan, yet Hu Bin had come.

This fellow was a mercenary, and He Lingchuan had plenty of enemies. It was not hard to guess that he had taken money to do a job.

Hu Bin had chosen his timing with precision, striking right when He Lingchuan had killed the nothing beast and lowered...