Lin Yi did not answer right away when he heard that, choosing instead to weigh his options internally.
Can't I ask about things without joining a team?
The vigilance of the people in this place is higher than the last.
Still, it makes sense; in a lawless zone like the Outer Perimeter of the Ancient Battlefield, a fresh face is synonymous with trouble.
Just now at the general store, the map Old Zhao gave him only marked a few safe routes and abandoned outposts in the Outer Perimeter, without even showing the location of a single mercenary group encampment.
That didn't quite add up.
Logically speaking, having taken root in Wangbei Town for many years, it was impossible for the mercenary groups not to have their specific locations appear on the map.
Either Old Zhao was holding back, or the encampments of these mercenary groups were mobile by nature—on the east side of town today, and shifting to the west side tomorrow.
He needed to figure out the locations of Black Rock, Iron Wolf, and Blood Hand first before deciding on his next step.
Having made up his mind, he turned and asked the square-faced man, "Brother, I'm not looking for a team. I just wanted to ask..."
Halfway through his sentence, Lin Yi suddenly stopped.
That was because his peripheral vision caught sight of a group of people walking over from the north on the dirt road outside the shed.
There were seven or eight short-legged Northern Steppe Horses, and the people on their backs were uniformly dressed in dark grey martial attire, looking like the uniform of some faction.
With this kind of formation, could they be people from that mercenary group?
As Lin Yi muttered to himself, he heard the square-faced man's murmur, "People from the Black