The Tiger-skin Parrot fled to the eastern side of the Mist Wall, let out a long breath, and relaxed slightly.
Not long after, a swordfish surfaced from the sea and swam rapidly toward the parrot. It appeared to be its contact.
"Why did you run?" the swordfish asked discontentedly. "How are we supposed to complete the mission if everyone acts like you?"
"Why shouldn't I run? That seagull who stopped me was once my partner. He's far more formidable than you can imagine. Unless you give me control authority over the Mist Wall so I can instantly raise another pocket, there's no way I can face him head-on!" the Tiger-skin Parrot roared.
Easy for you to say. If you've got the guts, do it yourself.
"Hmph, only the Grand Elder has control authority over the Mist Wall. Even he needs Lord Fire Eye's permission before he can operate it. You want that authority? Dream on," the swordfish said disdainfully.
"You know there are so many restrictions, so stop saying pointless things," the Tiger-skin Parrot said angrily.
"Anyway, your mission was a complete failure. You accomplished neither objective. Just wait for your punishment," the swordfish sneered.
"This time, the target selection was poor. We picked one with a loophole. But this is only the beginning. Once there are more people, there'll definitely be more suitable targets," the Tiger-skin Parrot defended itself.
"Then I'll give you another three days. I hope you can find a suitable target."
"Don't worry. We're using an open scheme. There's no way they can break it," the Tiger-skin Parrot said confidently.
The swordfish nodded. Its long, pointed head looked especially comical under the sunlight.
Then it added, "Who exactly was that seagull you mentioned? If he keeps interfering with our operations, he must be listed as an