Inside a temporary encampment.
The surrounding Protective Array was shattered, the ground was cracked, and the makeshift wooden fort had mostly collapsed.
Not far away, several bodies lay scattered about.
Blood trickled from some of the wounds, staining the nearby puddles red.
Without a doubt,
a sizable battle had taken place here not long ago.
But at this moment,
Wu Tianhao, who had stormed the temporary camp and won a decisive victory,
was staring dumbfounded at the figure before him:
"Senior Brother Hong, what are you doing here?"
The man before them
was dressed in ragged clothes, his hair a matted mess like a beggar's nest.
But his face
was undoubtedly that of Hong Yang, the Hall Master of the External Affairs Hall!
"Senior Brother Hong, didn't the people at the External Affairs Hall say you were out on a mission?"
"You have the nerve to ask?!"
The very mention of it sent him into a rage.
