Returned to the Purple Guard camp.
All the Purple Guards were present, and the burly man began counting, letting people release their captured Fierce Ghosts for inspection.
No one failed, without exception.
"Dismissed," the burly middle-aged man said.
Before leaving, someone whispered, "Jiang Haoyue had his leg cut off. How come Jiang Haotian hasn't come for revenge? That's not like him."
"Could he be afraid of Zhang Han?"
"No way. Jiang Haotian is close to Yin-Yang King level, plus he's from Flame Dragon Hall. Would he fear a newcomer?"
"Why talk about this? Let's go eat."
At the Purple Guard's cafeteria.
The cafeteria was lavishly decorated, with enough space for a thousand people to dine, and there was a professional nutritionist concocting meals.
