Outside Slaying Barbarians City, inside the training camp.
The martial artists gathered in groups of twos and threes, chatting.
Because there were no pills to replenish their energy, training had been suspended for two days.
"When do you think Jing An, Marquis will manage to get us the pills?"
"I wouldn't count on it. This is the Northern Border, after all, and Prince Cheng is the one who calls the shots. No matter how impressive Jing An, Marquis is, can he really stand against Prince Cheng?"
"So we're not getting any pills from now on? What the hell are we supposed to train for?"
"This won't delay my pay, will it?"
"Who knows? When the big shots fight, it's us little people who suffer."
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After two straight days without training, and with Li Fei staying in camp without making any moves, it was only natural for everyone to start voicing their complaints.
The camp was gripped by panic.
Many people felt that Prince Cheng was trying to give Li Fei a humiliating blow!
In terms of cultivation, one was a Martial Dao Master, while the other was a Grandmaster.
In terms of official rank, one had only just become a Level 16 Pavilion official, while the other had long since been an official military officer of Level 18.
In terms of nobility, one was a Marquis, while the other was a Prince!
In terms of influence, the Northern Border was Prince Cheng's home ground.
As for imperial favor, although Li Fei now enjoyed The Emperor's grace, Prince Cheng was The Emperor's own younger brother, and The Emperor had always placed great trust in him! By comparison, hardly anyone in the camp favored Li Fei.
"Everyone, assemble!"
A sharp whistle suddenly rang out through the camp, followed by a military