Among the group, aside from Xuan Lengyan and Bai Jizi, everyone was a seasoned survivor who had weathered countless brushes with death. What grand scenes hadn't they seen? The situation was dangerous, but they still had a fighting chance.
They had barely taken up the positions Xu Yi had assigned when five figures appeared outside the cabin door. Xu Yi and the others had met three of them before: the other three company commanders. The remaining two were a middle-aged man with a square face, dressed in a purple robe, his presence imposing and his eyes glittering as he surveyed Xu Yi's group with a cold sneer.
The cloaked figure standing beside him drew everyone's attention at once.
Even beneath the cloak, the figure was frighteningly thin, making it hard not to wonder if there was nothing but a skeleton underneath.
As expected, the middle-aged man in purple was Commander Shao, while the gaunt figure in the cloak was the temple master.
After staring at one another for a while, the middle-aged man in purple finally broke the silence. "This old man has overseen many resource transports, but this is the first time so many vermin have managed to sneak aboard. Looks like you young masters have been doing a miserable job in West Continent. Even the soldiers who only go there once every few years have been infiltrated in such numbers. It's deeply troubling. Brother Meng, it seems you'll have to submit a report when we get back."
"Understood."
The cloaked figure's reply was terse, its voice so shrill it sounded like a machine grinding its gears.
"Commander Shao, is it? There's no need to pretend you're calm. I think we need to talk."
Xu Yi spoke loudly.
"Talk? What gives you that confidence?!"
Before the words had even