Night Fighting Sword, Long Yuqiong, and Yutianxiao sat upright across from the True General.
"Conditions are tough, everyone just make do with the mats."
Leoz said leisurely, pouring tea for the three of them, casually remarking:
"I've recently taken a liking to tea from the East, so I brewed some. Hope no one minds?"
"No objections, no objections."
The three of them chimed in unison, emphasizing their obedience.
There was no other choice, especially in front of a level 280 powerhouse, everything else seemed trivial.
