Yuchi and Lin Qing stood to one side of the group, and they could be described as being very low profile.
"So how long do we have to stand here?" Lin Qing asked with some resignation.
There were over a hundred people on their side, and although that number seemed small, each person possessed some level of cultivation. Even the weakest had reached roughly the sixth or seventh level of the Mortal Realm, so they would face no real pressure fighting ordinary soldiers at this level.
Then why bother saying so much to these people?
These hundred-plus individuals charging in would be equivalent to a thousand or even two thousand soldiers attacking simultaneously. Under these circumstances, a swift battle would suffice, yet we waste time outside discussing things to prove ourselves as a righteous army—is that necessary?
Yuchi stayed silent, aware now of Lin Qing's thoughts.
Indeed.
