"Not at all, Brother Qin."
"Brother Qin, you're willing to bring people here to show your support. Of course I welcome you."
"Open the gates! Let them in!"
Seeing Qin Mu approach, Lin Qi did not waste words. He simply made a gesture, telling the players on guard to open the gates.
It was perfectly normal for merchant caravans in the wilderness to visit the bases or camps of major wilderness factions and rest for the night. As long as they were willing to pay lodging fees, those wilderness factions were more than happy to accommodate them. After all, it was money for nothing.
Qin Mu had taken the initiative to bring the rescue team here because he wanted Lin Qi to earn a little money. Otherwise, under the rescue team's name, no matter where they went, the major wilderness factions would welcome them with swept-clean couches. There was no need to come all the way to Crimson Moon Mountain, which had only recently been established.
Hero Wild, standing beside Lin Qi, stared at the rather massive convoy before them with shining eyes.
"This is the first time I've seen the name Rescue Team. Why did these people come here?"
"Probably some new storyline. Maybe there's a mission we can trigger."
"Should we go say hello?"
"What are you thinking? Didn't you see that the Dojo Master didn't have any dialogue with them? If you mess around and cause them to dislike us, be careful—you might never get another mission. Just play your role as a gate guard properly."
The dozen or so players stationed at the gate slowly opened the doors while sizing up the sizable rescue team, unable to stop themselves from whispering among themselves.
"Thanks, Brother Lin." Qin Mu turned and nodded toward a stern-looking Featherfolk man