Rank crushes rank.
Xu Zhifan was all obsequiousness in front of Ma Zhiyao, but he bossed his subordinates around and even decided their fates on a whim.
She could only be grateful that the Wen Family had always paid tribute to Xu Zhifan.
Otherwise, she might have been among those sent out.
Before long, Wen Jianjian arrived at the Divine Formation Hall.
Inside the main hall, Chen Yan remained seated cross-legged, quietly meditating.
Looking at Chen Yan's back, Wen Jianjian knew that the three of them—Chen Zebin and the others—might still have a chance to live.
But Chen Yan was probably beyond saving.
After all, the Malice in Chen Yan's body had long since seeped into his very bones.
She couldn't help lifting her chin.
"Chen Yan, the Formation Master orders you to go to Qiming Village at once and resist the minor tide.
White Village will provide aid: Formation Vein Soldiers, Formation Reserve Soldiers, Formation Apprentices, and Formation Attendants."
Her voice fell.
Chen Yan slowly opened his eyes.
"Understood."
Wen Jianjian frowned. Chen Yan hadn't shown any of the panic Chen Zebin and the others had.
Did he not understand?
Wen Jianjian continued, "Villagers from three other villages will be heading to Qiming Village. You'll have to protect the villagers from all four villages by yourself.
Normally, the Formation Pivot Envoys only need to protect two villages. But this time, Luo Town has lost many Formation Pivot Envoys."
Chen Yan stood up, gave a faint nod, and headed for the main hall's entrance.
To Chen Yan,
it made no difference where he went when the minor tide arrived.
His main purpose was to find the Ancient God aura hidden within the Malice Tide.
Wen Jianjian's eyes filled with astonishment.
Chen Yan had been calm and unruffled from beginning to