The next day.
Following his original plan, Zhou Sining first bought a top-grade Mana-Recovery Magical Artifact and put it in his Spatial Ring, ready for an emergency.
By noon, the National Team headed to the Royal Felipe Castle in Lima, Peru.
Under the rules their mentors had set, they needed to have a round of friendly sparring with the Royal Mages here.
The Royal Mages were very polite, and those participating in the sparring were all young students. The entire session went smoothly and pleasantly.
Not long after the sparring ended, a man the Royal Mages called General Mott stormed in and sought out the National Team, his expression decidedly hostile.
Even the Royal Mages nearby were puzzled by the general's rudeness today.
"You're China's National Team?" Mott's face hardened as he swept his gaze over the dozen or so young people before him.
"We're China's National Team. What do you need, General?" With the man coming at them so aggressively, Ai Jiangtu's tone was hardly friendly either.
"You Chinese must have done something idiotic in our country! If the people in Hami City hadn't intercepted your communications, I wouldn't even know who to go after. Do you have any idea how much trouble you've brought upon our country?!" General Mott's eyes practically blazed with murderous rage.
The National Team members frowned, bewildered and furious.
Who the hell was this General Mott? He had torn into them the moment they met. Anyone who didn't know better would think they had murdered his entire family.
Mo Fan opened his mouth, about to fire back, but Zhou Sining stopped him.
"Get to the Lookout Tower with me right now and see what your stupidity has done!" General Mott snapped.
"Everyone, please do as General Mott says and come to the Lookout Tower,"