Indigenous Doubts

"No, I'm fine. When all's said and done, this 'outsider' status of mine is nothing more than a label," the Mang Army strategist replied.

But small talk was small talk. The matter of the Tide Army remained a thorn in the Mang Army strategist's heart. The longer it dragged on, the more dangerous things became for the Mang Army, so he quickly got to the point.

"Elder Enyong, you know why I came this time, don't you?" the Mang Army strategist asked.

"Yes. Everyone in the sect has read the letter you sent. Someone has been abusing strange and sinister arts on the battlefield. Although you have already left the sect and no longer have any connection to it, the sect cannot ignore someone abusing such arts."

As he spoke, Elder Enyong addressed the adjoining room.

"Xiao, go with Botao to the Mang Army and help them deal with the person within the Tide Army who is abusing strange and sinister arts."

A person emerged from the adjoining room, bowed respectively to Elder Enyong and the Mang Army strategist, then responded to Elder Enyong's order.

"Yes. I will follow the sect's arrangements."

"Botao, Xiao is the most outstanding member of the sect's younger generation. Once you reach the Mang Army, I'll need you to look after him."

Elder Enyong turned his gaze back to the Mang Army strategist, who readily replied.

"Please rest assured, Elder Enyong."

In a hidden corner, the Collectors watched in secret. The mist of the Shuntian Sect could not deceive the Collectors at all. While the Mang Army strategist and his group had slowly made their way toward the Shuntian Sect, the Collectors' rhizomes had long since spread through and occupied the area, silently establishing a hidden surveillance network capable of monitoring every corner.

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