"What time is it now? All the generals have gathered at the Mountain Lord's side to discuss the campaign against the rebels. War could break out at any moment, yet you lot are wandering around here. Is there even a shred of military discipline in your eyes?"
Though there was no order or ritual, once ranks had been established, there were naturally restraints as well. In a camp like this, formed by several allied races, military discipline was all the more necessary.
Qiu Yan looked at the newcomer and rebuked him sternly. He had not used anyone else's clothes to conceal himself, relying only on visualization to alter his appearance. Yet to others, he did not seem particularly out of place. When he shouted like this, he drew the attention of many scattered soldiers nearby, and their group immediately became the center of attention.
Hearing the surrounding whispers and pointing fingers, Mao Yi and the others' expressions changed slightly. Had they not possessed some steadiness, they might have exposed themselves at once. Even so, they were frantic with anxiety, unable to understand why Qiu Yan was causing such a disturbance here.
Yet Qiu Yan seemed utterly oblivious. He actually drew a long whip from his robes and lashed the person before him, cursing, "We of the Wolf Clan supervise the camp. When we see any who defy military discipline, we have the right to whip them!" Before the words had even faded, he cracked the whip directly across the other man, arrogant beyond measure. Mao Yi and the others watched in trembling fear, already certain they could no longer remain hidden and preparing to flee.
But strangely, the beaten man showed fear instead. He repeatedly begged for mercy, yet did not dare retreat, allowing the whip to fall upon him.