The sun had just risen.
A group of people was patrolling near Qingcheng Mountain.
The people were somewhat listless after patrolling for an entire night. They sat down and rested for a while at the entrance to the demi-world.
"What's the point of patrolling? It's not like those natives dare to attack us," someone muttered.
"That's right! Those natives might be quite powerful, but now that we've formed an alliance, they won't dare to come!" Someone agreed.
They still felt some contempt toward the natives.
After resting for a moment, the group of people stood up.
Right at this moment, they heard a series of rumbling sounds coming from the sky not far away.
A cargo plane flew past at a low altitude, dropping down several parcels.
The people were stunned for a moment. Then, they laughed.
