Below the towering, cliff-like walls of Demon Suppression City, word that they were "recruiting Medical Cultivators" spread from the front of the queue to the back, traveling farther and farther.
The buzz of discussion swelled like a surging tide, rising in wave after wave.
Zhou Mu and the others stood stunned for a moment. Then, the gazes of the entire nine-person group suddenly fell upon Song Ciwan.
Song Ciwan and Zhou Mu were near the front of the line, with Liu Tantan and Liu Qingqing following closely. The group had been chatting in low voices, the atmosphere lively and harmonious. But when the news broke, everyone stared blankly for a moment. Then, Zhou Mu suddenly spoke. "Recruiting Medical Cultivators," he said. "The front line must be in dire straits."
Liu Tantan whispered, "Fairy, Demon Suppression Pass has never been short on Medical Cultivators before. For them to be lacking them now means there must have been massive casualties on the front line."
