Three days slipped silently by within the Central Army Camp, wrapped in layer upon layer of restrictive wards.
The Auxiliary Soldier Camp's tents were loosely arranged, separated by overlapping barriers of dark patterns from the distant area where the Vanguard Camp's mighty cultivators gathered.
Qin He sat meditating against a cold meteoric jade couch, his eyes gently closed, his breathing long and even.
Over these three days, he had worked out the camp's general rules.
The identity he had assumed was named Yun Lang. Gu Yang, captured in the same batch, had a separate tent. Both belonged to the Auxiliary Soldier Camp. Their previous assignment escorting supplies with the army had merely been a temporary requisition by Shen Ke, the Vanguard Camp's deputy commander. Once the task was finished, they had returned to the auxiliary ranks.
This arrangement had clear advantages and disadvantages.
Fortunately, he did not have to show his face every day in the Vanguard Camp, where Saint Tier experts congregated. His daily dealings were all with auxiliary soldiers, so even slight slips in his words or behavior were unlikely to invite scrutiny, reducing his risk of exposure to a minimum.
The drawback was equally obvious. The Auxiliary Soldier Camp lay off to one side of the main camp's perimeter, several patrolled formation platforms away from the forbidden interlayer region deep within. Approaching the core would not be so convenient.
Auxiliary soldiers were, after all, the camp's fallback manpower and odd-job workers.
During the day, they rotated through patrols of the void domain, cleared the remains of fallen cultivators and monsters from the interlayer's outskirts, wiped dust from formation foundations, repaired cracked ward patterns, and transported the star crystals consumed in defensive operations. Every heavy chore that did not require charging into direct combat fell to them.
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