Inside a tent at the temporary teleportation-array camp.
The injured young engineers were applying medicine to one another... That whip had been vicious. It had scraped away at least a layer of flesh from everyone, and several basins of bloody water from cleaning their wounds had already been dumped.
"Senior Brother Dou, how is Master?"
A young man of about twenty-five or twenty-six walked out carrying a basin, his face dark. "It's Junior Brother Lao. What are you doing here?"
"Aren't we supposed to transport the teleportation gates? A batch was just delivered!" Junior Brother Lao said in a low voice. "I saw what happened just now... That Xia Tianfeng went too far. He's only a core disciple of the Magu Holy Land, not even a direct disciple. He's truly detestable!"
"Forget it." Senior Brother Dou sighed. "What else can we do? Who told us to be weak? We can't advance in our cultivation, so all we can do is this backbreaking work. Don't worry. Master is fine, just a little shaken. We only suffered flesh wounds; it's nothing. As for you, don't stay here too long, or Xia Tianfeng might find another excuse to target you."
Junior Brother Lao quietly pulled Senior Brother Dou aside. "Senior Brother, when all's said and done, Xia Tianfeng is only obeying Song Jiaoren. Setting up the teleportation array was the higher-ups' idea. They're pressing him hard, so Song Jiaoren can only dump all that pressure on us..."
"Junior Brother Lao, what exactly are you trying to say?" Senior Brother Dou asked, frowning.
"Senior Brother, do you want to avenge Master, the other senior brothers, and yourself?"
"What did you say?" Senior Brother Dou's expression changed.
The young junior brother leaned close and whispered several sentences into his ear. Senior Brother Dou's face grew