Next morning.
Soldiers at Lu Ding's campsite lined up for their breakfast.
It was a sumptuous meal with meat, fish and rice.
They hadn't had such a good meal for a very long time.
Those in the queue eagerly waited for their turn.
When the aroma of the food got into their noses, it made their stomachs growl.
"Eat as much as you can. You need all the energy for the battle ahead!" Lu Ding said to the soldiers as he led Lin Fan and the others to the frontline.
"Yes Captain!" They replied in unison.
But after Lu Ding got far, they looked at each other and sighed.
Last night when they asked their centurions, they didn't say much about the help Lu Ding got.
And today after witnessing his help, they knew why.
Those cultivators didn't look convincing.
That young man with two swords on his back, what was he thinking?
Did he think he could utilize two techniques at the same time?
As for the middle-aged man, although he had the look of a master, he seemed to be unknown.
