The sun rose, dissipating the morning mist.
In Northwood Village, the soldiers took off their protective gear, boarded their vehicles, and gradually retreated.
The villagers also recovered, left the tents, and returned to the village.
"Ah! Fellow Thompson, this time, it was all thanks to you!" At the village entrance, The Grimy Adept Perry tightly gripped my hand, expressing his gratitude.
Behind him, a group of cultivation masters nodded repeatedly.
This time, if it weren't for me, these villagers would probably have been beyond saving.
And the villagers here number three to four hundred people, what a significant merit this is!
"Fellow Thompson, you have done a great deed. When we get back, I must report this and apply for a reward for you, and yes, we must present a banner of thanks."
The Grimy Adept Perry said enthusiastically.
My expression stiffened, and I waved my hand, saying, "A banner is not necessary! It's a bit outdated!"
