Chapter 1608 - The Santi Tribe
With time running out, the four left the campsite at once and headed for their assigned patrol zone.
Nanmen Shan held the highest cultivation, so the group naturally followed him as their squad leader.
"Your job is to patrol. If you run into people from the Santi Tribe, blow this immediately," the man responsible for handing out assignments said as he placed a strange flute into each of their hands. Once the flute sounded, the note would carry over an astonishing distance, and the campsite would receive the warning immediately.
"Deacon, what if we run into danger outside?" someone from another squad asked.
Liu Wuxie's group stopped on the spot. They wanted that answer just as much as anyone else.
Serene Peace Star was a primitive planet packed with hazards, so danger naturally lurked everywhere. It didn't resemble those massive planets crowded with humans, where trouble rarely surfaced under normal circumstances.
"We've cleared out the surrounding astral beasts. Aside from the Santi Tribe, there is rarely any danger around," the deacon replied using a couple of curt sentences.
Even so, Liu Wuxie caught a faint evasiveness in the deacon's tone, as though he hid far more than he admitted. Years had passed since the last large transfer to this planet, and disciples rarely returned, which made the truth obvious. Those missing disciples had died on the Serene Peace Star.
Once they stepped outside the campsite, the squads fanned out in different directions.
Nanmen Shan led them through the barren mountain range. Heat radiated from the rocks underfoot, and it was scorching enough to make each step feel heavy. Without reaching the Primal Origin Realm, they couldn't fly, so aside from Nanmen Shan, the other three had no choice but to move on foot.
"I think the deacon is hiding something from us," Sun Yizhou said after they put distance between themselves and the camp.
"I think so too," Liao Yongming agreed immediately. Liu Wuxie had barely spoken from the start.