Two hours ago...
On a cold night, atop the east gate of Baiyun City, the group of Southern Barbarian Soldiers, who had been domineering and unruly in the previous days, were now diligently performing their duties as defenders of the city.
They were transporting arrows and rocks, boiling the Golden Sap Secret Potion.
"I say, do we need to be this cautious?"
One of the Southern Barbarian Soldiers, drinking meat broth and gnawing on a bone, disdainfully glanced at the soldiers below the city gate, who didn't dare to approach within a hundred paces.
They had reasons to scorn the Central Plains Soldiers: ever since receiving the Divine Temple's blessings, all soldiers felt a qualitative improvement in their strength, especially after arriving in the Central Plains; the enhancement was so rapid it seemed like a dream.
