"Alright."
Commander Xiao gave Xia Liang a firm nod and immediately instructed the firefighters around him to go fight the fire up ahead. But in truth, even if they hadn't gone, the flames at the front had already diminished significantly and likely wouldn't last much longer. The other squads were in a similar situation. All they needed to do was guard the perimeter; the blaze would soon be extinguished by the downpour.
"A Living Immortal indeed," Fang Ding's voice trembled as he watched Xia Liang's receding silhouette.
Next to him, Commander Xiao had a complex expression. He wanted to go up and apologize, but Xia Liang, who now showed them only his back, emanated an unapproachable aura. Xiao didn't dare get any closer.
At the same time, Taoist Priest Qin, who had just returned to his vehicle, walked over to Xia Liang. His expression was not pleasant. He slowly moved behind Xia Liang and began whispering in his ear, his words unheard by anyone else.
