"See? I was right!"
"Come on, let's go to the Mercenary Guild."
...
"What is this? Are they using us as cannon fodder?"
"Sigh, that's nothing. See that mission? The one at the very top? The reward is terrifyingly high. If the other missions are making us cannon fodder, this one is a straight-up suicide run. Even with support from the Profound Armor Guard, you can bet it's a one-way trip!"
"The situation is beyond our control. Since we can't fight it, we might as well grit our teeth and bear it. I just hope I get lucky when we draw lots. I don't want to be one of the seven unlucky ones!" a cultivator who had clearly accepted reality remarked.
Inside the Mercenary Guild, the cultivators were abuzz with discussion.
Aside from a few cultivators who were confident in their strength, the rest were grim-faced, deeply worried about the coming battle and terrified they might die in it.
Just then, a group of people entered the hall.
Seven Core Formation Cultivators!
