Then they appeared: six people standing by the seaside, releasing their respective Contracted Specters and putting on a brave face to meet the threat.
A figure clad in green military uniform descended from the sky, landing right in front of them. "You student folks fall back a bit," the newcomer said. "It ain't your turn to hold the line here."
"Well, well, still speaking Sichuan dialect," Lu Yun remarked in a suppressed Sichuan accent.
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