"Rest assured, boss, absolutely foolproof, I didn't leave a trace."
The ninja curled his lips and said mockingly, "A few country bumpkins, daring to occupy an A-grade Cultivation Room, especially that shorty... Tsk tsk, lousy temper, though pretty good-looking. Hehe."
Scar said coldly, "As long as we can get their Cultivation Room, I don't care about the rest."
"Thank you, boss!" The ninja was ecstatic.
...
Brushing past those three, Lin Da and his team arrived at the Commander's Camp.
It was an enormous blue tent. Lin Da pulled aside the curtain, and they filed in.
Inside was as warm as summer, and the fireplace crackled.
Frost on their jackets slowly melted, and Lin Da's numb feet began to regain sensation.
Under the lamplight, a green-haired man was hunched over a desk, holding a quill pen as he reviewed documents.
The man's features were refined and gentle, with silver-rimmed glasses and a blue-and-white scholar's robe exuding a strong scholarly aura.
