Third-grade!

Words rolled off middle-aged man's tongue as he cursed, "Open the array formation? Are you trying to bring doom to Qinghe City and Treasure Elephant City?

"The disappearance of the Bloodseeker Beasts might be them running back into the underground palace."

"What if it's not?" Gu Zhanlin was unyielding. "The Bloodseeker Beasts are not beasts without sentience. What if these beasts are plotting something? Are we going to leave them alone and let them cause trouble?"

"In any case, we can't open the array formation," the middle-aged man insisted.

He was not from the Changyang Prefecture Army. Instead, he was from the Prefecture City and had come to the Green Cloud Mountain Range under orders from the prefecture administration to cooperate with the army.

After coming to the valley and hearing about the deeds of Xiao Yuanfang and the others, he had been persuading the Flying Lion army to join the prefecture administration.