Chapter 372
Deep in the forest, tall trees towered above, allowing only a slanted ray of sunlight to filter through.
Over ten people stood outside the thick forest, all wearing serious expressions. Four or five off–road vehicles were parked on the road behind them. Beside the off- road vehicles stood men in military uniforms, each with stem faces and eyes that were observing the surroundings.
“Green Aurora, everyone is here. Why aren’t we going in?”
Erwin shook his head. “We’re missing one person.”
“Everyone who’s anyone in the world of mystic arts is here. Who else could be missing?” Anolder man with white hair and a youthful face looked grimly into the forest’s depths. “This involves 35 missing military personnel. It’s no small matter.
“Every second we delay increases the danger for those inside.”
Erwin shook his head again. “With her, our chances will be higher.”
Erwin held a prominent position in the world of mystic arts.
Those from the world of mystic arts usually kept to themselves, focusing on their cultivation, but some matters required dealings with the government. Erwin handled those affairs,
After waiting ten more minutes, an approaching vehicle echoed in the distance. Everyone tumed to look toward the end of the road in the sunset.
A white sedan drove up and quickly stopped beside the off–road vehicles.
Erwin’s expression brightened, and he stepped forward.
The others followed Erwin toward the roadside.
“Who’s coming that Erwin values so highly?”
“I don’t know, Could it be Abbot Paladin of the Blencoven Temple?–
“Abbot Paladin has long secluded himself from the world, entrusting all mundane affairs to his disciples. He rarely comes down from the mountain.” “Then, who could it be?”
Only the younger cultivators whispered among themselves, while the older ones stood quietly at the back of the crowd, watching the car.
When the car door opened, a young and beautiful woman stepped out.
Erwin humed forward. “Ms. Locke, bello. I sent you the private message. I didn’t expect you to actually come.”
Madison replied, “With such a big matter at hand, I should come.”
After Erwin greeted the military personnel, he led Madison to the cultivators and smiled. “This is Ms. Madison Locke. Don’t be deceived by her age; she’s very capable. Having her here gives us a real advantage for our mission
Both the military personnel and the cultivators looked at Madison with scrutinizing eyes.
Madison greeted them, and everyone nodded politely in return.
“Let’s go! If we delay any longer, who knows
at might happen?
Everyone had initially been looking forward to seeing who Ervin had specially invited, but they were surprised to find it was a young lady,
The military side had also arranged for 15 people to accompany them. They carried backpacks, and they were ammed beneath their military uniforms.
The military group leader was a man in his 30s. He had a deep scar on his chin, giving him a somewhat fierce appearance. His name was Logan Beaumont
Erwin walked alongside Madison. “I couldn’t say much in the private message, so here’s the situation”
Mount Fjord was a remote mountain in Southeros, surrounded by only a few scattered villages, with the military primarily training in the area.
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