“Kidnapped?” Qianye raised his voice slightly. “You’re from the Xue family. Who would dare kidnap people from your hands? Or do you really think I’m that easy to deceive?”

Xue Haiyang laughed ruefully. “I wouldn’t have believed it if it didn’t really happen. Here’s what happened, we invited Elder Cui over here quite smoothly, and he wasn’t injured, either. Additionally, his equipment truly broadened our horizons. As he was an important character, who also happened to be related to you, we weren’t quite confident in ensuring his safety. So, I dispatched some of my best subordinates along with Elder Cui to mix in with a merchant caravan, hoping to send him to the main family.”

“Then?” Qianye knew that Xue Haiyang was acting out of prudence. Even if he hadn't sent Cui Yuanhai away immediately, he would certainly do so after hearing of Qianye’s exploits in the Dark Grove.

“Then, the caravan was robbed midway. No survivors.”

Qianye frowned. “Who did it?”

An entire caravan had been robbed and killed—as a powerful family in the neutral lands, it wasn’t plausible...