"But speaking of which..."
Dabus didn't continue to bemoan his leadership, but instead, he furrowed his broad brows and stared into the depths of the dense jungle. He said gravely, "What should we do later? If those people are just resting, it would be fine, but if they are 'delivering the goods,' can we really rescue those who are being sold as slaves with just a few of us? If we continue to track them, this place is so vast and bare, the possibility of being discovered is just too high."
"That depends on what Old Jia says..."
Motan turned to have a glance at Jadka, who had changed back into his magical robes and was now squatting on the wooden cart in deep thought, and then he put on his current best equipment, which was a set of average-quality plate armor knight armor, all rewards from the Sky Pillar Mountain arena because it looked rather flashy and had always been kept in his pack.