Three days later.
Golden Fire Camp.
Luo Yan had arrived a day early, reaching the camp yesterday.
After enduring two major battles, Golden Fire Camp was now "scarred all over." The camp had barely been repaired. They had only strung up warning lines around the areas that had been reduced to ruins and hung up signs telling camp personnel to keep away.
There were fewer people in the camp.
Aside from those who had died in the previous night battle, some had also left after Zhu Hu kept his promise.
Of the nearly thousand laborers from before, only a little over three hundred had stayed behind and become camp soldiers.
At that moment.
Luo Yan stood on the rooftop of the camp's main building. In the distance, a convoy was driving toward the camp along the wilderness road.
"They're here."
Standing beside Luo Yan, Zhu Hu watched a braided man in the corner of the rooftop with excitement in his eyes, though a hint of wariness colored his gaze.
That was Xia Wu.
He was with Hu Ziqiang's faction, but for now, Luo Yan had borrowed him for his own use.
Luo Yan had not been polite about it. Since he would be negotiating with Zhang Yugu today, he had brought Xia Wu along.
This Xia fellow was no Zhu Hu, Lin Fan, or the others.
He was currently at the Profound Comprehension Third Layer, and on top of that, he possessed a Yin Spirit.
Xia Wu's combat strength firmly surpassed Zhu Hu and Lin Fan's by a notch.
Lin Fan stood to Luo Yan's left. Unlike Zhu Hu, he did not harbor any hostility toward Xia Wu.
Supporting himself against the railing, he gazed into the distance and said, "The Zhu Rong Department is at least sincere. They didn't