The night was like water.
With Shi Xing's band of dog-headed scouts leading the way, the journey was much smoother than expected. Just before dawn, the scouts dispatched by Shi Xing returned.
After hearing the intelligence from the scouts, Shi Xing turned and approached Li Feng.
"Master, the scouts have located the camp, it's fifty miles ahead near a small hill. The defenders here are quite mixed, but the leader is from the Sharp Tooth Tribe of Chaotic Blade Mountain, a conceited werewolf who seems to have been sent here due to some wrongdoing."
"Hmm, proceed as planned. I will wait for them here."
"Yes, Master. Shi Xing will not disappoint." With that, Shi Xing led fewer than a hundred dog-headed warriors in a frantic rush toward the direction of the camp.
Watching Shi Xing depart, Ouyang Qiuhai turned to Li Feng: "You're sending all these kobolds out; aren't you afraid they'll turn against us and lead a large number of demon soldiers back to surround us?"
