At the foot of Shaoyang Mountain's rear side, beside a round, jade-green pool, stood two enormous fat men, nearly three meters tall.
One of them was unmistakably one of the two fat men Wei He had encountered that night.
Besides the two largest fatties, there were several dozen ordinary disciples scattered about, as well as four inner sect disciples in white.
Wei He estimated the distance between himself and that group at a little over twenty meters.
It was still morning, nearing noon.
The sun blazed fiercely, turning even the dry grass into a steaming cage.
By the pool, one of the Shaoyang Gate fat men seemed to be loudly berating someone, his emotions exceptionally agitated.
Wei He slowly inched his way through the dry grass higher up the mountain.
The mountain wind swayed the grass and trees, its rustling perfectly concealing the faint sounds of him pushing through the dry grass.
As he gradually drew closer, he began to feel waves of cool air drifting over from the pool.
No wonder this group is all crammed in here. Wei He understood.
What concerned him more, however, was what these people were saying.
As the distance closed, the voices from the pool slowly drifted over.
"Gather the people from the east. Otherwise, don't let those Seven Families Alliance bastards seize another chance to strike like last time! Beast Bait from two whole earth forts is gone! How am I supposed to explain that to the Sect Master?!"
Though the voice rose and fell, its words could at least be heard clearly.
"This has already happened three times this month. More than half the goods have been intercepted. If we can't fulfill the agreement when the time comes, you know the consequences!"
"I know that naturally, but what can I do?