The sky alternates between cloudy and clear. On a desolate hill near Evergreen Province, an elder and a youth stand shoulder to shoulder.
Looking at the gathered subordinates within Evergreen Province, Mingyu keeps smiling: "They must be excited, some have only been here a few years, others decades..."
Those who come to Evergreen Province as cultivators, some have committed errors.
Some have come here out of obligation.
Everyone knows the conditions here are harsh, so few are willing to come.
In Mingyu's eyes, it doesn't matter if they came because of mistakes or obligation.
They are all heroes of the Western Region!
They are his Daoist Fellows!
"Prefect, there's something I'd like to ask of you."
Just as Mingyu was passionately speaking, Xia Liu spoke softly.
"Daoist Fellow Xia, please speak freely."
"Because I am not originally from Dao Primordial, please do not disclose my affairs."
