Lassim nodded, his brows furrowed in concern. "I understand, Elder. I'll handle it. But before I go, I'm going to send a direct request to the sect. We need an array master here to restore the village's formations as soon as possible."
Daxian let out a relieved breath, his posture slumping slightly. "Thank you. Once those formations are back up, I can finally drop this damned [Thunderveil Curtain] and get some proper rest."
Lassim reached into his magic pouch and pulled out his communication disc.
