Outside the Song-Style Courtyard House.
Six figures followed the Intelligent Robot Friday toward the Special Operations Base ten kilometers away.
Wang Ye brought up the rear, looking back every few steps. He swallowed as he watched the rippling formation barrier dissolve into the air.
"Zhao, don't you think Lin's being a little ruthless? Throwing us straight into a pack of Soldier Kings-isn't that sending lambs into a tiger's den?"
Zhao Jie did not even turn around. His stride was unusually resolute.
"Ruthless? Were the sea beasts ruthless when they slaughtered entire cities?" Zhao Jie's voice was low. "Lin's giving us a hand. In times like these, if you don't want to be a walking target, you have to grow fangs of your own. Move!"
Wang Shuo said nothing, merely quickening his pace.
Inside the courtyard pavilion.
Chen Lin withdrew his divine sense.
His three best friends had passed the test of character. Now it remained to be seen how many layers of skin they could endure losing under Gu Changfeng.
Bzz-
The red hotline phone on the stone table vibrated.
He answered.
"Advisor Chen, I've arrived at Yicheng's military airport. I'm heading over now." Ye Wenjun's voice carried unmistakable exhaustion and anxiety.
"Come straight to the courtyard."
Twenty minutes later.
A military helicopter landed in the wilderness outside Chen Family Village.
Dressed in military uniform, Ye Wenjun strode through the formation's gateway. The moment he entered the courtyard, the rich spiritual energy invigorated him, sweeping away much of the exhaustion from days of sleepless nights.
"Sit." Chen Lin pointed to the stone stool opposite him.
Yun Sheng appeared without a sound, poured a cup of Spirit Spring Tea, then withdrew into the Bamboo Grove.
Ye Wenjun drained the cup and drew a deep breath. "Advisor Chen, the situation is dire."