After Li Zhengyang had gone far away, the Seventh Squad rested where they were.
The ponytailed woman sheathed her short blade and snorted.
"Captain Zhao, you're really letting a newcomer act alone? Who's responsible if something happens?"
The burly buzz-cut man squatted beside the Darkrock Beast's corpse, digging out its Beast Core without even looking up. "He's just a rookie. Letting him hit a wall or two isn't a bad thing."
"A Sixth-Rank Darkrock Beast isn't like those Fourth-Rank Martial Artist trash he killed inside the wall. Their hides are as thick as city walls. That lousy spear of his will probably feel like a tickle against them."
"By the time we gather tonight, he'll probably come running back covered in dust, begging us to take him in," another squad member said with a laugh.
"Don't be nice to him then. Let him know that outside the walls isn't a place for him to run wild."
The ponytailed woman folded her arms. "There are a thousand people in the Army-Breaker Bureau. Which one of them didn't fight their way here with real blades and blood? That brat wants to go solo the moment he joins? He doesn't know his place."
They chimed in one after another, growing more animated as they talked.
Zhao Yi leaned against a boulder and said nothing from beginning to end.
He brought up his watch and glanced at Li Zhengyang's location marker.
The marker was moving north at a rather abnormal speed.
That speed... was absurdly fast.
"Are you done talking?" Zhao Yi cut everyone off.
His voice was not loud, but everyone shut up.
"Two things."
Zhao Yi stood up and dusted off his pants. "First, Thunder Venerable personally approved his assignment."
The smiles on their faces froze.
"Second." Zhao Yi glanced at the