Throughout their journey, Wyatt could see 'hope' and 'expectation' written across the faces of these residents of 'Flourishing City'.
Such was their faith in the Crimson Drake Army!
In the Godly Might Marquis!
"Uncle Nigel is undoubtedly the 'Military God' of the Crimson Heaven Kingdom... In this border city where war is frequent, his prestige may even exceed that of the 'Emperor' of the Crimson Heaven Kingdom!"
A thought flashed through Wyatt's mind.
Soon, Wyatt's group of students from the Martial Arts Academy, along with a force of ten thousand from the Crimson Drake Army, moved into the spacious campsite at the north of Flourishing City.
Wyatt and his group, as well as all other newcomers, were assigned to various tents within the camp.
The three of them-Wyatt, Remi, and Seeker-were placed in the same smaller tent.
Although it was a small tent, it was tens or even hundreds of times better than the makeshift one they had pitched on their journey.
