To avoid drawing the attention of the Prayer Cult's powerful evil demons, the force was divided into several squads, each led by a deputy captain, which took different routes toward their destination.
Chen Lin flew cautiously with his ten squad members.
To keep their position from being exposed, he required everyone to fly no more than a meter above the ground and deliberately chose routes through forests and other places with cover, making their progress very slow.
But speed was not his concern. Safety was all that mattered.
Some of his squad members, however, were unhappy with this.
"Deputy Captain Lin, at this rate, we probably won't reach the designated location even in three days. When the merit is distributed afterward, our share will be reduced!"
The speaker was a young man with a knife-sharp face who had never had much faith in Chen Lin.
"Exactly!" Seeing someone take the lead, a yellow-faced middle-aged man immediately chimed in. "We look like turtles hiding in their shells! Where's the spirit of a Grade-B Demon-Hunting Squad? After all this time, we haven't even covered a fifth of the distance. The other squads are probably almost there already!"
Chen Lin stopped and glanced at the others. They, too, seemed unimpressed, their eyes full of contempt.
This would not do. After some thought, he decided to straighten out these Qi Condensation cultivators' thinking.
"All right. Since everyone seems dissatisfied with my command, let's take a break. Give me your suggestions, and we'll see what would work better."
Chen Lin called everyone over, set up an Isolation Formation in a concealed spot, and invited them to speak.
Before anyone could say anything, he spoke first. "Before you offer your suggestions, let me ask you a question. Why do you cultivate so diligently?"
At this point,