"Warden, aren't we supposed to head southwest?"
In front of the sedan chair, a fat man in black turned around, walked to the window, and respectfully inquired, "The people over in the southwest are already prepared and waiting for your inspection."
"Let me ask you, who is in charge here?"
The soft voice of the person inside the sedan chair slowly flowed out.
"Of course, it's you, Warden." The fat man chuckled.
"Since I'm in charge, should we listen to you or me?" The Warden spoke again.
"Of course, we listen to you."
The fat man replied with a dry laugh, "I was just..."
"Then why are you wasting words!" The Warden roared, causing the fat man to stumble, nearly falling to the ground.
"Quick, head east!" The fat man dared not speak further and immediately led the way.
Inside the sedan chair.
The person slowly extended a hand.
In his palm, there was a sphere formed by telekinesis.
As he chanted, images began to appear within the sphere.
