The camp was a complete destroyed and a mess after the fight.
Branches and broken pieces of wood were scattered across the ground, the fire had nearly gone out, and several of their supplies had been knocked over or dragged away during the struggle. Their blankets were covered in dirt, and the cooking utensils had been scattered around the fire.
There was no way they could stay there for the night.
Even if all the bandits were down, the blood left behind would eventually attract wild beasts. It was better to leave before night settled completely over the forest.
Guilin slowly pushed himself to his feet and reached for his side.
The moment his fingers touched the wound, his face tightened.
"Ah…"
A fresh line of blood slipped through the bandage beneath his clothes.
He quickly pulled his hand away and glanced toward the others.
