"This life is unbearable!"
Ji Li felt like he was going to be driven mad by a snake and a tiger. To think, he was once the esteemed Commander Guard, basking in so much glory. Now, with the Marshal gone, his status was at the bottom rung.
Thinking back, life was better when the Marshal was alive.
He shook his folding fan and sighed introspectively, "Ah, the Twelve Guards have disbanded. It's so lonely now."
Meng Qianqian finally responded, "Then pull yourself together and reunite the Twelve Guards!"
"Easier said than done." Ji Li sighed pessimistically. "Let's not even mention that Shen Hou is already dead. Of the remaining eleven, there's a traitor lurking among us. Finding them alone is hard enough; how are you supposed to regroup them? Don't say I didn't warn you—on the surface, the Twelve Guards seemed harmonious, but that was only because the Grand Marshal was holding it all together. With the Grand Marshal gone, nobody listens to each other anymore."