Last night at the campsite of the Heavenly Expansion B Camp, the campfire was blazing.
The great vengeance had been avenged, and over two thousand people released all the pent-up negative emotions they had held in their hearts for months with the help of drunkenness. Despite everyone being dead drunk, nobody wanted to leave the campfire or their boss.
Xie Tian was quietly talking with Xu Mang and three others.
"How odd, how odd!" Xu Mang took a large gulp of wine and smacked his lips, "In the grand army of the three hundred and sixty cities of the Divine Dynasty, each army has at least several million, if not tens of millions. How many among them can become the soul of the army?"
Zhang Jie nodded, "Each of the nine camps in my Dead Camp has a soul of the army, which is to be expected. But your B Camp..."
"What is the soul of the army?" Xie Tian asked, puzzled.
