The Youngest Sword Cultivator in a World of Magic

Chapter 390

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Still, they could not compare to the ones Ye Chuqi had. Yet Ye Chuqi had clearly said she could not brew potions, and Cyril naturally would not ask where hers had come from.

"By the way, Akes and the others are back. They were thrilled to hear you were here too, but they knew you were busy these past few days, so they didn't come to bother you. If you have time, everyone would like to get together."

Ye Chuqi smiled. "Perfect. Let's have dinner together tonight. I'll cook myself."

Soldiers at the Beast Abyss Frontline spent at least a month on missions and rotational duty, with rotations usually taking place every three to five months. After leaving the front lines, they would have one or two months of scheduled rest. Most soldiers could not withstand the physical exhaustion and mental strain after spending some time on the front lines, so mandatory rotations had later been introduced, requiring them to return to camp on schedule to recuperate, recover their strength, and receive treatment.

Now that a new type of demonic qi had been confirmed, one that affected humans more severely, these rotations and periods of recuperation had become even more important.

During the ten-odd days Ye Chuqi and the others had been away, Lois had not been idle either. After confirming the existence of demonic qi and the harm it caused, she had immediately reported the situation to the Light God Temple. Apparently, the Light God Temple took the matter very seriously. After all, this dark aura stood in opposition to light power and was tantamount to an invasion by the Dark God. They had immediately dispatched people to the Beast Abyss Frontline, and they would presumably arrive soon.

Once Lois confirmed that over eighty percent of the soldiers in

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