At the same time.
Cai Kunxu had already assembled his men, joining Xiong Da on the journey toward the third battlefield.
Xiong Da was perplexed; instead of rallying troops from within the walls of the fourth city, they scooped people straight out of the Holy City's bathhouse. These cultivators, both men and women, were wrapped in bathrobes, looking extremely reluctant with water still dripping from their hair.
Could such a troop be expected to enter the battlefield?
"My Lord, being pulled out of the bath halfway through, who knows when we'll be able to go back in? You owe me Spirit Stones."
"Yes, my Lord, those rascals will definitely take our places. And right now, spots at Tangneng First-class are hard to come by!"
The cultivators wore aggrieved looks, constantly grumbling. Many of them had wanted to take advantage of the power of Tangneng First-class to break through their realms but had been hauled out by the City Lord, leaving them quite disgruntled.