"Before the magic tide arrived, Li Fei suddenly fell into a coma, and by the time he woke up, the third battalion had already relocated to a cave."
Yan Song's lips curled into a cold smile, "This Qin Tian truly does live up to his origins in the Seventh Bureau; he's far more adaptable than that rigid and pedantic soldier Xu Xiong."
Behind him, a figure in a black robe standing in the shadows spoke, their voice deep and aged:
"This person has both means and ability. Fortunately, he's not a Tier Six Spiritualist; otherwise, your position might not be so secure."
Upon hearing this, a cold glint flashed in Yan Song's eyes.
"Tier Six is a major threshold for Spiritualists, not easy to cross. But old ghost, you're right; I cannot let such a time bomb lie hidden beside me."
