"Uh..."
Weng Zhiru looked at Qin Feng's casual demeanor and couldn't help but be shocked.
Ten thousand Grandmasters.
Is this still a small matter?
If it were a few days ago, there wouldn't be many Grandmasters in the entire Mortal World!
If only he had known it was mere drizzle to Qin Feng.
He would have asked for more.
Weng Zhiru felt a bit upset, as if bargaining while shopping, thinking he had gotten a good deal, only to find the shopkeeper agreeing too easily, making him feel he had lost out.
However, with ten thousand Grandmasters' fighting power, it's enough to hold on until General Nanfeng returns. He couldn't rely entirely on Qin Feng, or else the Four Great Armies and the Dragon Bureau would lose face.
"Alright, let's settle on this!"
Weng Zhiru said, "But speed is crucial. We must transfer the people quickly!"
"Haven't they already arrived?" Qin Feng said, "It's that group over there."
"..."
