"Xia Qianqian, what exactly is this about?" The fatty revealed no abnormality to Lu Ye. He withdrew his gaze and looked at Xia Qianqian.
"We'll talk in a moment."
The fatty frowned, took out his Identification Plate to check it, and the fat on his face twitched. Heartbroken, he said, "They deducted five hundred Battle Merit from me!"
Just as he had said earlier, abandoning one's post at such a critical time in defending the city would result in Battle Merit being deducted. Five hundred Battle Merit was no small amount—it could buy two White Spirit Signs.
Another streak of sword light whistled over. As the sword light faded, it revealed a valiant figure. The newcomer was unmistakably a Sword Cultivator.
The fatty greeted him warmly. "Brother Zhou Hai!"
Zhou Hai gave a slight nod, landed beside them, took out a Spiritual Pill and tossed it into his mouth, then silently began regulating his breathing.
People kept arriving. In the blink of an eye, seven or eight people had rushed over from different directions. They were clearly the helpers Xia Qianqian had called over. What drew attention, however, was that the fatty seemed acquainted with every one of them. No matter who arrived, he could exchange a few words with them.
Lu Ye watched from the side. Though he could not precisely determine these people's cultivation, he could roughly gauge it. Not a single one of those who had arrived was below Cloud River Tier Five. In particular, the fatty who had arrived first and the Sword Cultivator called Zhou Hai were likely, like Xia Qianqian, both Cloud River Tier Nine.
After waiting a while longer, no one else came.
The fatty said, "Everyone who was supposed to come is here. Those who haven't come probably can't make it. What