Dawn Peak of Guru Mountain wasn't just occupied by those few brawlers. Behind a large stone, a group of people lounged, hiding from the blinding sunlight, and chattered incessantly.
"Didn't we agree at the tavern to split up, with me handling assassinations and intelligence? Why did we gather up again?" His voice was sharp and sardonic, as if he felt everyone owed him countless gold coins.
"If you keep your mouth shut, nobody will think you're mute." This voice was full of resentment, accompanied by heavy panting, as if its owner was exhausted.
"We underestimated the strength of Guru Mountain. Our defeat two years ago taught us a lesson, but we carelessly assumed that the folks at Guru Mountain would stagnate. Today, we witnessed their progress." This voice was calm, cold and sharp like a knife in the darkness, waiting to pierce its prey's chest.
"HEH HEH HEH, their formation was still broken by us, regardless of their progress!" The sardonic voice was full of contempt.
