"Are these the elite troops and mighty generals under your command?"
Outside Qulin City, the young man stood before five Qi Refining cultivators and two Foundation Establishment cultivators.
Leaving aside Chu Xingchen's feelings for the moment, even Xie Lingyu's expression held a hint of chill as she looked at the young man.
Without a doubt, anyone could have figured out with their toes that this young man was merely paying lip service while acting against his orders.
Chu Xingchen swept his gaze over them, then fixed it on the young man's innocent, seemingly utterly sincere face and demanded:
"Are all your people here?!"
The young man looked slightly innocent. "I've already suspended every assignment and gathered everyone I could. This really is all of them."
Chu Xingchen sneered. "Where's that dark-skinned farmer from last time?"
"He's a friend of mine, not a subordinate." The young man cupped his hands and answered respectfully, "He only helped with the questioning last time because he was my friend. Since this concerns the Dark Crow Cult Leader's secrets, it would naturally be inappropriate to involve outsiders."
"But rest assured, Envoy. Every cultivator here is willing to lay down their life. Whatever the assignment, they will brave boiling water and raging fire, and would not refuse even ten thousand deaths. The same goes for me."
The young man spoke with righteous conviction, his gaze toward Chu Xingchen all the more sincere.
Never mind whether my subordinates are formidable-that's another matter. But they can certainly die. However you want them to die, they'll die.
And don't ask what use this bunch of trash would be even if they died. Useful or not, they would still be dying for you.
Chu Xingchen more or less understood what the young man before him was thinking. He also understood