Whether during the earlier visit to the Dongyuan Sect or the trip to Silent Valley, Wang Xi and Shen Huai had been very close.
The Xuanyuan Sect had wanted him dead on a whim; there was no guarantee this person had not been involved.
Soon, the elders had all assigned duties to their respective newly arrived disciples.
When Xu Ziqing's turn came, he slowly unrolled the scroll in his hand.
"Zhou Ye..."
"Assigned to Squad C-1."
"Chen Chen..."
"Assigned to Squad B-2."
"Song Yan..."
Hearing his name, Song Yan raised his head slightly, meeting Xu Ziqing's gaze.
"Assigned to Squad A-1."
Squad A-1, standing patrol duty.
In other words, the group facing the greatest danger.
Song Yan's heart sank a little.
In fact, the so-called "danger" was not the worst part of this assignment.
After all, more than half a year had already passed since the incident in Changping.
There had not been many occasions that required the patrols to actually pursue Devil Cultivators.
Besides, with the Six Great Sects stationed here, his life would ordinarily not be in danger as long as he remained careful.
The real reason most disciples of the six sects were unwilling to join the standing patrol was that its daily duties consumed far more time than other assignments.
To put it plainly, the disciples of the six sects had all come here to steadily accumulate some "merit," hoping to exchange it for the spiritual resources they needed for cultivation.
Naturally, the less effort they had to expend, the better.
In many people's eyes, standing patrol duty was the very definition of thankless toil.
But not everyone thought that way...
The morning meeting ended.
Squad A-1 officially assembled.
He also met his teammates.
The man leading them was a senior brother from the Sheyang Sect,