Xia Dong took Pei Hongling with him, transforming into two elusive afterimages as they silently slipped back into the Eagle-Wolf Guard's temporary encampment.
The moment he stepped into camp, Xia Dong sensed that the entire place had become extraordinarily oppressive. The terrifying disturbance that had torn through the distant heavens had clearly reached this place as well. Quite a few rank-and-file Ti Cavalry soldiers had gathered in twos and threes, discussing something in hushed, frightened voices.
Xia Dong headed straight for the central command tent. The instant he lifted the tent flap, he saw Zhao Ting pacing back and forth inside with his hands behind his back, like an ant on a hot pan.
"Brother." Xia Dong called out, his expression calm as he asked, "Do you know what exactly happened just now?"
Hearing Xia Dong's voice, Zhao Ting seemed to have found his pillar of support. He hurried over, shaking his head with a bitter expression. "No idea! But judging by the direction, something major must have happened at the Sword Cultivator Secret Realm. Did you see that spectacle just now, little brother? It looked as though the sky had been split in half. That commotion was no small matter. I'm afraid at least Golden Core experts were fighting!"
Zhao Ting looked deeply troubled.
The two discussed matters over the map inside the tent for a long time, deducing every possibility, but in the end, there was simply too little intelligence to reach any conclusion. Yet barely half a day later, the situation no longer allowed them to continue watching from the sidelines in peace.
A Message Paper Crane formed from special spiritual power landed directly on Zhao Ting's desk. Zhao Ting opened the secret letter, and his face immediately turned extremely ugly.
The military order from above was