Jumo City.
All the registered disciples of the Saint Institute were gathered in a massive courtyard. They had just finished washing up when Lin Hao appeared.
The news he brought nearly made them collapse.
Lin Hao was actually telling them to set out in three hours to escort provisions to Jumo Ridge.
Jumo Ridge was just over twenty li from Jumo City. On the other side of the ridge lay the territory of Moyun City.
Right now, the Blood Camp, the vanguard of the Crimson Flame Army, was locked in a great battle there.
"Senior Brother Lin, we've been running nonstop for five days and five nights. At least let us rest for one night," one of the disciples complained.
"Fine," Lin Hao agreed without a second thought.
This stunned all the disciples.
"Senior Brother, is the quasi-emperor's inheritance at Jumo Ridge?" Ling Xiao asked, his eyes darting around shrewdly.
Lin Hao shrugged but didn't answer.
