For the next few days, Tang Yingyi had been observing the sharp swords camp. He wanted to see if the people here were different from those in the defense line. He soon discovered that the people here had a kind of vigorous spirit. They were not like those in the defense line who were afraid of the shadow Clan or the elders in the upper realm. In order to ascend, they would please the elders in the upper realm. They could do anything, grovel and beg for mercy like a dog.
Everyone in the sharp swords camp was equal. Even Zhao Hai was the same as everyone else. He would do whatever everyone else did, or even do more. Everyone was communicating selflessly. Everyone was working hard to cultivate, to perfect their formation, and to do everything well. It was as if there was an endless motivation supporting them to do all these things.
