Sorry, Fool's City

Old Train entered the Bandit Suppression Army camp and spent about ten minutes giving the grounds a rough cleanup.

He ignored the liquid manure inside, but the household heads had to be taken away, along with every dandelion seed. None of those things could be left for the Inner State.

Old Train emerged from the camp, and Old Xu stepped forward to greet him. "Eighteen Wheels, when did you run back from the Inner State?"

Old Train smiled and gave a slight nod.

Xu Han frowned. "I asked you when. What are you nodding for?"

Old Train pointed at the camp overhead. He meant that the camp was about to fly away.

Old Xu nodded. "I know Inner State camps can fly, but with your abilities, shouldn't you be able to pin this camp down?"

"I—" Old Train paused for a moment, then with a Wah!, he threw up. He vomited until even the green water had run dry before finally stopping.

Old Xu said, "What are you throwing up for? Did you get seasick on the way here?"

"You're still asking what I'm throwing up for?" Old Train flew into a rage. "The stench you made was way too strong! I held my breath when I went in, and even then I couldn't take it."

Old Xu smiled. "It's rare for the Inner State to send such a grand formation. Shouldn't we give them a proper welcome?"

"Since you've shown such generous hospitality, send that whole roomful of golden soup to the Inner State." Old Train left his words half-spoken.

With his current abilities, and without the methods of a Craft Cultivator, he could not stop this camp from returning to Shang Country.

Old Xu did not press further. He jumped into the camp and collected all the remaining