In less than three minutes, the Yulin Army was ready to move out!
The team leaders Jiang Nianwei had chosen were all individuals she had observed over time to be not only stronger but also skilled communicators. While the path of a Martial Artist wasn't one where only the absolute strongest were revered, the powerful naturally held more sway. Once the strongest members of a team reached a consensus, the rest had no choice but to obey!
In the distance, Qin Hao's group had shrunk to small black specks. There was always one person struggling to run at the back, weighed down by the sword, before they switched carriers after a short time. If Jiang Nianwei remembered correctly, they were also carrying two cases of Red Mist Wind Dew. They would use some for supplies on the road and leave the rest for Yu Fei.
"Move out..."
