Su Fan had only just sat down cross-legged when Peng Shidao and the others hurried over and squeezed in beside him, practically sitting shoulder to shoulder with him.
The rustling of their robes was especially grating inside the already oppressive flying vessel.
He frowned slightly, a trace of impatience flashing through his eyes. What are these old things crowding over here for?
But they were all cultivators rushing to reinforce the front lines. With a powerful enemy at the gates, he could hardly humiliate them in public.
Su Fan raised his eyes indifferently and gave them a barely perceptible nod, counting it as a greeting.
"Junior Brother... We'll be reaching the front line soon. As for the arrangements, you see..."
Peng Shidao's voice was extremely soft, carrying undisguisable awkwardness. His eyes darted about, not daring to meet Su Fan's gaze, and even his voice trembled faintly.
Su Fan's brows drew even tighter. You're the Sect Masters of the three great Devil Sects in Zhengyuan Heaven, all Integration Stage bigshots. For this kind of battlefield deployment, why the hell are you asking me?
He suppressed the impatience in his heart and spoke in an even tone, revealing neither joy nor anger.
"These matters can be decided by all of you, Senior Brothers. I'll follow your orders..."
Peng Shidao and the others exchanged glances. The awkwardness in their eyes deepened, and they all forced out bitter smiles filled with helplessness and unease.
Easy for you to say. Once we reach the front line, who would have the guts to order you around?
Peng Shidao gritted his teeth. After hesitating for a long while, he moved closer with a bitter expression, lowering his voice until it was almost inaudible.
"Junior Brother, once we reach the front line, cultivators from medium and small planes