"Marshal, why are you...?"
Before Bai Zhiyong could even speak, the major general of the Shenchu Corps had already cried out in shock.
Yuan Longhan had an agreement with the Eight Clans of the Wet Realm. Because the power of Paragons was too overwhelming—they were practically walking nuclear deterrents capable of mutually assured destruction—they would never cross the border lightly. If the Eight Clans of the Wet Realm discovered that the Grand Marshal had entered the Wet Realm, it would trigger another major conflict. Although he didn't know the exact details of the negotiations between the Paragons, the outcome would definitely be detrimental to the Divine Land.
Thus, the major general was exceptionally worried. He couldn't even be bothered to care about a fool like Bai Zhiyong right now.
"There's an array set up by the Daoist sect here. I won't be exposed!"
