The other leader was a girl of sixteen or seventeen, dressed in a fiery red fitted outfit like a blazing flame. Delicate-featured and holding a riding whip, she carried herself with a fair measure of heroic spirit.
"I'm tired. Let's rest here for a while!" the red-clad girl of sixteen or seventeen said, her voice sweet and lilting, as pleasant as the chime of bells.
"Yes, we happen to be tired too. This is just the right time to rest our feet!"
"Exactly, exactly!"
As soon as the girl spoke, the others hurriedly echoed her, seemingly eager to curry favor with her. Then they turned their gazes toward the man who had been leading them earlier.
The man pondered for a moment, then said, "All right, then. We'll rest briefly. Shopkeeper, bring us some chilled tea!"
"Right away!" The shopkeeper hurried forward and replied respectfully. In business, he feared martial artists first, and wealthy, powerful nobles second. Yet this group seemed to possess both qualities, giving him quite a headache.
"This time, we went abroad and wiped out several True Dao Realm fiends. That was truly satisfying! If not for Senior Brother Wang Dong, we never would have succeeded so easily. Senior Brother Wang is incredible. Those True Dao Realm fiends were utterly unable to withstand him—he cut them down like slicing melons and vegetables in just a few moves!" someone praised, looking toward the leading man. Clearly, he was the Senior Brother Wang Dong being mentioned.
"At this very time, when the world is in chaos, it is precisely the moment for us to put our useful selves to work!" someone declared with impassioned fervor.
"It's just a pity that those demons and devils only dare wreak havoc in other nations. They stubbornly refuse to come anywhere near Cai