At the base, Xie Chun and Master Dao were both like gods. Xie Chun was the more ethereal, distant kind—not very down-to-earth.
Master Dao, on the other hand, was a god who had descended among mortals, very much down-to-earth. So these people had a much clearer sense of just how powerful he was.
That was why, when Baldy Nan heard they were supposed to make a move against Master Dao, he wouldn't have dared even if he'd had a hundred times the nerve.
Seeing how cowardly Baldy Nan was, Old Tang felt nothing but contempt. How could someone like him become a camp commander and lead an entire camp? With that little courage, he'd have trouble even serving as a squad leader.
In the past, Old Tang would never have fallen out with Baldy Nan, but given the situation now, he wasn't about to hold back. He said coldly, "If you're going to be this scared, then you deserve to be buried with the base. Just pretend I never came. I'm leaving!"
A trace of undisguised mockery played at Old Tang's mouth as he turned and walked away.
Baldy Nan was the one who lost his nerve. Had the negotiations fallen apart? Would they come after him next?
"Brother Old Tang, wait." Baldy Nan's courage wasn't nearly as hard as his bald head, much less as tough as his talk.
It could be said that the official forces' methods had terrified him during the battle. Watching the fighting, he didn't think the Guard Camp could turn things around. He had a feeling the official forces hadn't even used their full strength; so far, they'd just been playing with them.
Once they got serious and struck with all their might, how long could the Guard Camp hold out? Was he supposed