The remaining teams looked at one another, and unease began spreading faintly through the ranks.

The old veterans were all muttering under their breath, grumbling about how long their shift change would be delayed.

The garrison guarding the Storm Gate was supposed to rotate every six hours. This task was high intensity and highly dangerous, requiring constant vigilance.

But in reality, the guards had long since been changing shifts only every ten hours.

However, their hardship pay and supplementary rations were issued according to the original six-hour rotation—the money simply never reached the rank-and-file soldiers actually doing the work. As a result, complaints had been piling up for years.

Unfortunately, there was no way for these complaints to reach the heavens. In the end, they were complaining only for the sake of complaining.

Just then, several fireworks rose into the night sky across from them, shaped like lotus flowers.

“Huh, that looks like it’s near Tianji Peak? Did something happen on Mount Xu again?” Everyone understood clearly that those were signal arrows.

At that moment, a young man carrying a pack on his back came running over in a blur. He said to the garrison officer, “Sir, I’m delivering supplies to my team!”

The garrison officer went through the motions. “Which team?”

“The Yuan Family. I’m from Officer Yuan’s household.”

Most of the people remaining in the Grass Sea were logistics...