North Wind Town, Inner Manor.
The monk Mora stood with his hands behind his back at the entrance to the main hall and asked calmly, "How are things at the three Teleportation Grand Formations?"
"My lord, the informants I sent out have already reported back. The Warrior Monk Prefecture's three thousand personal guard monk soldiers have split into three groups and reached the three Teleportation Grand Formations. They're currently fighting the rebel prisoners. I specifically asked about Wang Anquan. He's still at the No. 1 Teleportation Grand Formation and hasn't escaped. It's only a matter of time before he's captured there." An Inner Manor civil official cupped his fists. "After all, he only has thirty-odd prisoner soldiers with him. They can't cause any real trouble."
"Mm." After a moment's thought, Mora immediately ordered, "Send word to the informants right away. Have them notify the Personal Guard Battalion's military officers that Wang Anquan must be brought back alive. No one is to harm a hair on his head. If Wang Anquan dies or escapes, don't blame this monk for being merciless. Those thousand-plus monk soldiers of the Personal Guard Battalion will all be buried with him."
"Yes, my lord!"
"Go."
After their exchange, the civil official hurried away at a jog.
Watching him leave, Mora let out a long breath inwardly. Then he looked toward the Number Three Baoquan Teleportation Grand Formation, where thunder rolled and Divine Methods shook heaven and earth. Overcome with feeling, he murmured, "I've been so cautious, and I thought I'd already seen enough... yet the hidden talents in this North Wind Town have still left me floundering and caught off guard."
Whenever Yu Tiange made a mistake, he blamed the Heavenly Dao and his teammates first; Mora, who had now regained control, was instead filled with