"Hmph. Just wait and see. You'd better hope I don't run into you again," Shang Wuque said, his face ashen. They were in the wrong here, and making a scene wouldn't do them any good. With that, he stormed off with several of his men.
The other squads nearby had witnessed what happened, and the respect in their eyes for Yu Zimo's team deepened.
"Brother Lu, I wrongly blamed you just now. I'm sorry," Zhou Yu said, immediately apologizing to Lu Xiaotian once Shang Wuque had left.
"It's fine. The worst thing you can do is blow hot and cold. I know how to tell right from wrong." Lu Xiaotian took an Yin Spirit Pill, then sat cross-legged and used his divine sense to guide the pill's medicinal power, nourishing the twelve subsidiary Primordial Spirits that had nearly recovered.
Guo Jingyu had been somewhat distracted during the first batch, and she was still unfamiliar with the process, having only just begun refining pills. But she managed to produce an antidote pill with the second batch, which showed that her mastery of the pill arts was quite impressive. At the very least, among other second-grade Pill Kings, she ranked in the upper middle tier.
For nearly a month after that, everyone roamed around Goose Sand Ridge. After suffering a heavy loss the first time, the sand bandits had split up and disappeared into the vast reaches of Goose Sand Ridge, doing everything they could to avoid a head-on fight with the cultivator army from Yuanling City. They had gone out to fight more than ten times in all, gradually killing some of the bandits and dealing them a heavy blow, but they had not struck at their roots.
Several Demon Race tribes in Fuzhou were gathering large numbers of troops. The