Bo Yan froze. As the top fighter, he naturally stood at the very front. Hearing this, his heart gave a jolt. He could not shake the feeling that something about this was strange.
"Could Prince Dai really trust these newly recruited wanderers of the martial world? Let alone martial wanderers—even newly recruited soldiers would have to be tested, wouldn't they?"
"Or was he deliberately taking us out on an assignment, using the chance to distinguish the loyal from the treacherous?"
"But wasn't that too risky?"
Quite a few thought as he did. Of the thirty-two men, at least half had been sent in as spies. And those capable of being spies tended to have many thoughts—the cleverer they were, the more they liked to overthink.
Wild Daoist stood at Jian Qu's side, watching the men and taking in most of their expressions. He paid particular attention to the first three.
Bo Yan, Zheng Huai, and Pang Si were all young and highly skilled in martial arts. They were all presentable men as well. Had no one truly tried to recruit such talents before?
Yet whatever they thought inside, Wild Daoist maintained a welcoming posture. The martial wanderers all declared, "We understand. Entering Prince Dai's Residence is our good fortune. Now that we have entered Prince Dai's Residence, we will follow the rules, obey orders, carry out this assignment well, and never disappoint Your Highness's trust."
Hearing their voices ring out in such perfect unison, Wild Daoist and Jian Qu exchanged a glance. Rather than being pleased, they grew even more vigilant.
The individuals within any group all had different temperaments; none possessed a fixed character. Yet as a whole, they could still be labeled. In most people's eyes, martial wanderers were synonymous with vulgarity and lowliness—violent in temperament and chaotic