“S-S-S-S-Spud…” After an unknown passage of time, Mao Ba’er said shakily, “C-C-Can y-you repeat that?”

“I know everyone has their doubts…” Xu Yangyi’s smile vanished, and he looked at the group. “So, we’ll only be conducting an investigation of the surroundings.”

“This isn’t a question of doubt!” Mao Ba’er’s fur was raised on edge, and he suddenly hopped on the table. “The Eight Great Deadlands! This is one of the Eight Great Deadlands! This is the business of dead men! Allocate me to luggage! Dispatch me to luggage! There’s no way I’m going!”

“Commander…” At this instant, Peony came to her wits and looked at Xu Yangyi, not daring to believe in her commander. “We… No, not even us, among all the current legions, none of them risk challenging the Eight Great Deadlands. Firstly, the Xingtian Legion’s just been set up. It hasn’t even been broken in yet. Secondly, are we sufficiently equipped? There aren’t enough funds!”

“Spud, tell me!” Mao Ba’er roved over to Xu Yangyi, his bearing proper and his words austere. “Which level of the dream realm are you in right now?!”

Li Zongyuan’s face also morphed abruptly. He hadn’t expected that the Xingtian Legion’s first mission would actually be exploring Danxia Temple!

Xu Yangyi paid no attention to everyone, and after waiting a brief moment for the commotion to pass, he said indifferently, “I’ve already decided. If you’re not willing to go,...