"No need for formalities, sit."
The voice was deep like a bell.
Shen Xuan looked up and saw a man around forty years old, with his face carved like with an axe, having distinct features. Thick eyebrows slanted into his temples.
Wearing a dark magic robe, he stood there like an isolated peak, his heavy aura pressed the air in the tent more solid.
True Master Wang Yue's gaze swept across everyone, his expression solemn.
"You are all old members of the Bright Flame Sect, some words need not be spoken. In this expedition to the Southern Wilderness, we must prioritize the bigger picture and support each other."
The tone shifted, voice like metal and stone: "Military orders are like mountains, military law is merciless. If anyone tests the law, violates military orders, severe punishment awaits."
He raised his hand and drew it casually, the light and shadows in the tent shifted, forming a huge map of the Southern Wilderness.
