Zhang Yuan didn't care in the slightest about not being able to find Bazhad.
He was merely acting on a whim, and even coming to Nacuoda was a spur-of-the-moment decision, so it didn't really matter to him.
"Let go of me!"
Just as Zhang Yuan was about to return to the camp, a familiar voice suddenly caught his ear.
Outside Nacuoda City, countless prairie herders had gathered, hustling and bustling, making it extremely lively. With various noises filling the air, if not for Zhang Yuan's exceptionally sharp senses, he really wouldn't have been able to distinguish the voice.
His heart stirred, and he immediately used his body technique to weave through the crowd, heading toward the direction from which the voice came.
Despite the numerous obstacles and pedestrians in his path, when Zhang Yuan executed "Carefree Travel," his steps became nimble and elusive. His figure slipped through the gaps in the crowd like an eel, as swift as a deceitful charm.
