"Joining the Taoist Soldiers Court, I've got you covered!" Leader Yang slapped his chest in assurance.
"You're just a Foundation Building Cultivator, what big talk!" Zhang Lan scoffed.
Leader Yang glared at Zhang Lan, "Though I am only at the Foundation Establishment level, there are those who aren't even that."
Zhang Lan didn't want to argue with him but said seriously:
"Mo Hua was born with a weak constitution; he cannot do Body Refinement. Joining the Taoist Soldiers, fighting in the chaos of a battlefield, is extremely dangerous."
"Of course, I wouldn't let him do such things," Leader Yang said. "In military operations, the most difficult part is 'know your enemy, know yourself.' He knows the Concealment Technique—advancing, he can use it to hide and scout for enemy intelligence, and retreating, he can also rely on the Concealment Technique to protect himself."
"Scouting for enemy intelligence isn't dangerous?"