They temporarily lost contact with the subordinates who stayed behind in the town to monitor, probably due to poor signal, as this had happened before.
"How long have they been out of contact?"
The middle-aged man furrowed his brow, thought for a moment, and replied, "About... about 20 minutes."
Upon hearing this, Yang Xiao's heart was alarmed. This wasn't a short time, and the straight-line distance between their camp and the place where the Withered Bone Pavilion's people were hiding wasn't far. This duration was enough for the other party to sneak over.
He quickly glanced at the time. It was now 2:45 AM, precisely when people were weary and horses fatigued, making it a perfect time for a surprise attack.
Suppressing the urge to hit someone, Yang Xiao acted as if nothing had happened, waved his hand, and let the middle-aged man go back to continue making contact with the town.
