While the fighters in the courtyard whispered among themselves, a man dressed as a night watchman, carrying a copper gong, turned into the courtyard.
The night watchman wore a haughty expression. He surveyed the courtyard and said, "It's time for you to get moving."
Xiao Xueyin knew no one else would step forward, so he had no choice but to approach and ask quietly, "Great Yellow Immortal, Second Master Hu didn't come, did he?"
Second Master Hu?
You expendable lot think you have the right to ask about him?
The night watchman sneered. "Don't ask questions you shouldn't. Just do your jobs."
"Yes, yes, you're right. We bought this especially to show our respect."
Xiao Xueyin wasn't offended. He respectfully handed over a roast chicken wrapped in a lotus leaf.
The night watchman's nostrils twitched. He took the chicken, and his expression softened a little.
"Hmm, you're all right. Once this is done, if you manage to survive, you can come find me."
His gaze swept over each fighter present, tinged with appraisal. "All right, get moving."
With that, the night watchman left the courtyard, carrying the copper gong in one hand and the roast chicken in the other.
Watching the Yellow Weasel leave, the fighters in the courtyard immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
They wanted to curse the Yellow Weasel, but felt that waiting until it had left to speak up was a bit humiliating. The courtyard fell strangely silent.
Xiao Xueyin understood how everyone felt. Smiling, he said, "Don't worry, those things won't be able to swagger around for much longer."
"Right."
"I'll make that thing pay!"
"You said it."
As he watched everyone in the courtyard gradually regain their confidence,
Xiao Xueyin nodded. "How about this? Pick the tasks you're best at, and above all, stay