Outside the military camp of nearly five thousand people, the evening essence of Biyang had quietly taken the stage.
Seven disciples from Qing City Sword Sect had long changed into black Night Traveler's Clothes, and were now crouched in a grove outside the camp, watching intently.
"Senior brother, there are so many people in the camp, there are only seven of us, can we do it?"
"Fool! Senior Chief Li Moxian of the Town Martial Office suppressed the Great Sui martial path alone in seven days! Now with seven of us, suppressing these mere four or five thousand people, is it still a problem?"
The six junior brothers felt that the senior brother's reasoning was sound.
"But...senior brother, I'm still afraid!"
"Afraid of what? Who is this all for?"
At this moment, the image of their senior sister Lin Mengbai's graceful figure floated into the minds of the junior brothers.
"For Senior Sister!"
"For Senior Sister!"
