"Hello, Chief Zhao, exactly when are we leaving for Beiyuan Province? We'll still need time to prepare once we get there, won't we? If we don't go soon, won't it be too late?"
Su Ping propped up his chin and spoke helplessly into the phone.
He checked the date again.
March 11.
Another half month had passed since Master Zhu Hong's departure. The agreed time had already arrived.
But Su Ping had brought this up with Zhao Deguang five days ago.
Yet the Legion's chief seemed to have been busy these past few days and kept saying there was no hurry.
Now, at last, it really was mid-March.
How could Su Ping not be anxious?
Seemingly noticing the dissatisfaction in Su Ping's voice, Zhao Deguang replied wearily and helplessly from the other end:
"Su Ping, I'm sorry. I might not be able to go to Beiyuan with you. The appointment over there is on March 16, so there are still five days. I really can't spare any time over these five days. I've already given you my recommendation letter. Could you perhaps make the trip yourself?"
With a Legion chief speaking to him like this, Su Ping could only let his frustration and resentment dissipate. Besides, he knew this man was not someone who liked standing people up. He frowned slightly and asked:
"Chief Zhao, has the Legion been very busy lately?"
He genuinely did not know, because Su Ping had been very, very busy himself lately.
Zhao Deguang's voice came through the phone again, thick with exhaustion:
"Yes, something's come up lately. Damn it, who knows what's going on? A lot of ferocious beasts have come over from the East Sea to the outlet of West Dragon Lake. In some areas, they've even formed a Beast Tide at sea.