"Retreat." Caglis stared into the forest, his expression gradually becoming solemn.
"What?" Sir Min Tai could hardly believe his ears. His youngest son actually wanted him to retreat. Although being cautious was not a bad thing, wasn't this making a mountain out of a molehill?
And what about his dignity as the father?
"Brat, this old man isn't dead yet, so it's not your turn to command here!" Sir Min Tai coughed seriously and rebuked in a deep voice.
"My Lord, I'm afraid that the young master might be right." But just at that moment, the knight beside him spoke solemnly as well: "We'd better retreat a bit—"
"What's going on?" Sir Min Tai was taken aback. His old subordinates wouldn't joke around with him. Now even he was starting to get a bit flustered.
But as soon as he finished speaking, everyone heard a piercing shriek from the forest!
The young man instinctively looked up—he saw a prominent magical signal slowly rising in midair.
