A veteran with a shaved head stepped forward. "Envoy, the northern barricade has fallen. We lost thirty men in the push, all of whom were forced into a trap."
Another spat angrily on the ground. "Li Wuji has not sent any reinforcements! For months he has ordered us to 'hold the line,' but the detachment he sent retreated halfway through the fight!"
A younger soldier trembled. "He sent us there to die. Everyone knows it. He has lost a decisive battle against a foreign cultivator, who we have no knowledge of."
Everyone present watched the incredible that ensued just a few nights, where a powerful cultivator clashed with their leader. Although they were transported away from the scene, it was likely that the outcome had not gone in their favor
Yuan Yi listened carefully to their gruff voices, weighing grievances like an herbalist examines poison. When the tent fell silent, she finally spoke.
