[August 20, 1001 of the Lost Era, Wind Sand Islet, clear.
My first day soaking wet.
Being flushed up to the surface by groundwater was no pleasant experience. It hurt like the ladies knew perfectly well your kidneys had recently been through a major ordeal, yet still insisted on massaging them for all they were worth.
I endured a full half hour of that massage. Only once my whole body had wrinkled from soaking did the tip of the tower spit me onto a slide, sending me all the way down to the base of the Pyramid.
But perhaps because I was among the last batch flushed up, by the time I landed safely, a large contingent of guards had already surrounded the base.
For a moment, I genuinely thought I had received some illicit massage, only to turn around and find guards pointing spears at my head, declaring that I would be fined and detained for fifteen days, and that my family in Dragon Gold City would be notified of my visit.
That was fucking terrifying.]
"Can we talk this through? You should know there are five thousand of us, too—wait, why have you all already handed over your weapons and crouched down with your hands on your heads!?"
Tang Qi looked at the adventurers who had reached Wind Sand Islet before him. They were now obediently squatting in rows off to one side. Exasperated with their spinelessness, he set Yiwu down from his arms and raised both hands in surrender.
The adventurers had their own complaints. "We were washed up here hours ago! We figured we had enough people not to fear them, but who knew our brothers would deliver themselves up one batch after another?"
"If we didn't put down our weapons, they were going to brand