As soon as the fur-faced cultivator thought of the hundreds of large drums in front of General Han's camp, he shivered all over and his face turned somewhat grim.
He glanced at Zhao You Heavenly Pond, showing a look of fear, shrank his neck, and hesitated, "But this place is not far from the Mingcang Sect's mountain gate, and it's protected by a great array. If we go, it's likely we'll meet our death."
Wang Kuijia glared at him and said, "Then what do you suggest we do?"
The fur-faced cultivator frowned, tugging at his matted beard, troubled, "Let me think again, think it over again."
These two Demon Cultivators were clumsy individuals, not adept at such brain-work. After much thought, they still couldn't come up with a plan.
Finally, Wang Kuijia let out a furious roar, "Why concern yourself with so much? You keep an eye here, I'll go in and call for the master of this place! If something happens to me, you report to the General and have him avenge me."
