On the twelfth day, Li Banfeng led everyone to Meng Yuchun's territory.
It had rained heavily the previous night, and Cao Zhida's tent had leaked. He seemed to have caught a cold and said to Li Banfeng with a heavy nasal voice, "I don't think those hunters gained anything. Who would want to be the landlord of this lousy place?"
Li Banfeng said, "I'm telling you, after successfully reclaiming this wasteland, you must come and manage it often. You can't let the land become derelict. This is the rule of the Local Deity, and it will be written in the Contract Book."
Cao Zhida made a sour face. "Seventh Master, isn't this making things difficult for us? Why don't we just surrender and admit failure in reclaiming the wasteland?"
"You can't surrender when reclaiming wasteland here. You have to fight to the death."
The hunters panicked. "That won't do! If we can't beat them, we can't beat them. We can't risk our lives!"
