The few of them no longer tried to evade guard duty. After all, it had been decided by drawing lots, and going back on their word would invite endless gossip. As cultivators, they would likely never be able to hold their heads high in Feng City again.
The disciples of the Fenghua Sect were quite malicious indeed, actually assigning these rogue cultivators to keep watch over the dangerous zones. Yet the rogue cultivators had nothing to say in protest; at the very least, they felt two bottles of top-grade Marrow Cleansing Fluid made it well worth the trouble.
The four of them arrived at a teahouse not far from the entrance of the Wasteland. Although the teahouse had been smashed to pieces on that day, an elder of the Fenghua Sect had ordered people to rebuild it to serve as a foothold—a place where cultivators wanting to enter the Wasteland could drink tea and come to their senses.
Chapter 19