"So you are all from Primal Sword Sect?" Vincent asked after hearing their introduction.
Of the 21 members of the sect, 20 of them are inner sect disciples while Han was an Elder of the Sect.
The merchant caravan that they thought was actually here to send weapons made by the best swordsmith in their sect and supply the army that is holding off the invasion of the Barbarians in the east.
"Yes… We didn't expect that the Rebel Army would think of even stopping us. Did they not know that this is for the whole country?! Even if they win the fight against the King, there wouldn't be a land for them to rule if we are invaded by the Barbarians! Why are they so stupid?!"
Han complained as he held his stomach in pain. It seems that his outburst opened some of his wounds.
"Leader Han, please just take a rest. Though you consumed some potions, it takes time for you to fully heal with that many injuries."
"That's right… Just rest on the wagon, leader."
