If he's really as bad as Zhuo Yue described, then he must be a sly old fox who knows how to hide his true nature.
After solving the mystery in his heart, Fang Zhou no longer felt like hanging around with Zhuo Yue. He found an excuse to return to his tent.
The night passed peacefully without incident, leaving everyone a bit surprised when they woke up the next day.
Could it really have been a misinformation from Major General Fan Tianzong?
After preparing everything, the warriors tasked with clearing the path wielded their machetes, ready to explore the unknown areas along the thorny swamp paths.
On the road, seeing the warriors struggle while hacking the thorns spread throughout the swamp, Fang Zhou summoned several Blood Spirit Warriors to help.
Immune to exhaustion and tireless, the efficiency of path clearing by the Blood Spirit Warriors was much higher than the warriors, earning Zhuo Yue and the others' gratitude.
By now, the sun had risen.
