"Remember to stick close. I will not be waiting for any stragglers!" Old Qiao yelled.
"Yes, yes, you have said that more than once already," someone answered.
"What's that tone? Are you complaining?" Old Qiao narrowed her eyes at the man, and the latter immediately turned silent.
The group had left Whitewind Town a day ago, and were now deep into the Shimmering Plains.
Old Qiao led the way while the rest of the group trailed behind her.
Out of the hundreds in the group, majority were people who were tagging along for safe passage. There were only around thirty who were Old Qiao's true subordinates, people who had been following her for ages.
These people were positioned at the front of the pack, walking alongside Old Qiao as they advanced.
