Xiang Ning perked up as he listened to their dialogue. Miss Fang? Wasn’t that Fang Rou? And she had left the fortress too. Who are these people in odd costumes? He eyed them seriously now. First of all, he was sure that the guy wasn’t powerful, probably only about tier three. He carried a long box on his back that Xiang Ning couldn’t tell what it contained. 

“Are you finally going to make a move, my lord?” another man in a black cloak said, sounding excited. 

“That’s none of your business. It’s time. You two take your positions and fire in ten minutes. After the beasts leave, we’ll meet here again. Understood?” said...