For a long while, Bibi Dong still gave the order. Testing things out was fine, but she also left the two of them flexible instructions.
"Go. Be mindful of your own safety. If anything seems wrong, I permit you to abandon the operation."
Bibi Dong's order left the two of them completely baffled. What was this supposed to mean? That the two of us Titled Douluo can't handle a single Soul Ancestor?
The two felt insulted. Even if the other side's team had that so-called Golden Iron Triangle, said to rival a Titled Douluo, they still did not think they would fail.
Only when the two of them met Bibi Dong's gaze again and saw the deep wariness in those profound eyes did they instantly react. Perhaps this matter was not as simple as they had imagined.
After bowing and acknowledging the order, they left Papal Hall with complicated feelings.
"Old Ghost, what exactly is going on?"
"I'm not sure either, but it's always better to be careful. I keep feeling it has something to do with that encirclement fourteen years ago."
"Mm?"
Yue Guan's eyes widened. The scene from back then, when his face had taken that great hammer head-on, surfaced in his mind again, and his expression immediately grew solemn as he nodded.
"I understand. Let's go. When the time comes, leave that Golden Iron Triangle to me."
In a valley dozens of kilometers away from Spirit City, the Shrek group was traveling along the road in a shabby carriage.
The battered carriage shook so badly that Ma Hongjun kept crying out.
"Dean, didn't we already get sponsorship? Do we really have to be this stingy? My waist is about to snap from all this jolting."
"What do you know? Money has to be spent where it matters.