On the banks of the Xuanjiang River.
Bai Yuan and the others were lying in wait as usual, their forms perfectly concealed within the mountain forest, making them nearly impossible to detect.
"We've been waiting for ten days. How come there's still no sign of anything?"
An Official from the Demon Slayer Guard muttered under his breath.
Although they were all Martial Artists, this experience of sleeping out in the elements was far from comfortable for men accustomed to a lordly lifestyle.
What frustrated them even more was the thought that if the Xuanjiang Aquatic Race never made a move, they might be stuck here for a lifetime.
Returning now without any achievements would surely earn them a reprimand from the Emperor, and they might even be punished for it.
Fanghua also frowned.
These past few days, the Xuanjiang Aquatic Race had, contrary to expectations, made no moves at all.
