Ji Hao was looking at a large magic sandbox in the tent with Si Wen Ming. Under a dim light, all mountains and rivers around the campsite were displayed in the sandbox. When countless tiny light spots approached the campsite on the sandbox, Ji Hao clapped his hands and laughed to Si Wen Ming, "Uncle Wen Ming, we want to rest, but some people won’t let us…Many things are not for you to decide!"
Si Wen Ming narrowed his eyes. A trace of helplessness could be found on his square, bearded face.
Within a blink of an eye, the trace of helplessness was gone, crushed by the stateliness on his face. Si Wen Ming straightened his waist and said in a deep voice, "Whoever they are, anyone daring to assault our flood-control army at night is challenging the alliance of human clans. They should be executed for their crime!"