1462 Fewer Than Anticipated
After leaving the airport, Yuan and the others ventured to the food court, a bustling hub housing over a hundred restaurants offering diverse cuisines from around the world.
However, before they left the airport, Yuan handed everyone there an appearance-altering pill to hide their identity, as Yuan had learned his lesson several days ago and didn't want to be recognized.
Upon arriving at the food court, spent nearly an hour exploring the place before finally settling on a steakhouse.
Half an hour into their dining, Yuan received a text message notifying him of her arrival.
[We have arrived at the Great Battlefield.]
Yuan responded with their location.
[We're currently dining in the food court at Spirit Steakhouse.]
[We will be there shortly.]
"They have landed and will be coming here," Yuan said to the others as they savored the juicy steaks before them.
An hour later, Meifeng showed up with the Demon Sealing Faction—at least those who planned on participating in the Faction War.
By the time Meifeng showed up, Yuan and the others had already finished eating and were waiting for them outside the restaurant. Of course, he told her about their disguise.
"This is everyone?" Yuan stared at Meifeng and her group with a raised eyebrow.
"I'm sorry, Young Master, but the others haven't logged off Cultivation Online…" Meifeng sighed.
"..."
Yuan silently looked at the members who had followed Meifeng.
There was Wang Bingbing, Shi Lang, and Wu Zao. Three people in total.
"Seriously? You're going to fight the Fiery Locust Swarm with this many people?" Bai Lianhua was speechless.
Yuan nodded, "Although this is fewer than I'd anticipated, four is more than enough. If I could, I would even fight them alone."
"What do you mean four, Young Master? I am also participating, you know." Meifeng suddenly said.
"Huh? You really don't have to, Miss Meifeng. I don't want you to feel like you need to fight for us. After all, you're already doing enough as our caretaker and manager."
"Nonsense. If you're worried about me—that I cannot fight— allow me to remind you who taught Meixiu how to fight. That's right, it was me."
Yuan showed a bittersweet smile and said, "That's not it, Miss Meifeng. I am not doubting your ability in combat. I just thought you wouldn't be interested in something like Faction Wars."
"Now, why would you assume that? I have been anticipating the day we participated in one since I started studying about factions. In fact, if you hadn't brought it up, I would've mentioned it sooner or later." Meifeng responded with a slight smile.
"I-is that so…" Yuan was speechless.
"Anyway, while I said that, I shall take the role of 'ruler' during the Faction War since I have the lowest cultivation base among us," she said.
Yuan nodded, "Okay. By the way, we still have some time before the Faction War. You should grab some food here before then."
"It's okay, we ate on the flight here. We should take this time to plan for the Faction War." Wang Bingbing said.
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