When Jindai Yunlo got out of the car, the masters nearby, covered in straw ghillie suits, all stood up and gathered silently.
Yun Xiu looked around and saw that these people were surprisingly the elite young generation of Qieshe Yumian's lineage, who were supposed to have died in espionage operations or small-scale warfare.
And now, they were all standing here alive!
"Why?" Yun Xiu asked in confusion, "Since when did this start?"
"Thirteen years ago, when I was still in the army, everyone felt that even if we continued cultivating, sooner or later, we'd be possessed by the old guys. Even if they don't possess you, they'd pressure you to die in an 'accident' due to your threat. So, since that time, we've been planning fake deaths. Rather than being killed, we might as well die proactively to get away," Jindai Yunlo said with a smile.
Thirteen years, 471 masters.
This is a ghost army.
