In the southeastern corner of the Hai Character Camp, within the Yi Three Banner of the Flame Moving Division.
A row of barracks, made from dirt and shaped through casting spells, blended seamlessly with the surroundings.
Inside, the furnishings were simple and uniform, with a seven or eight-meter long communal bed opposite the door against the wall, a walkway over two meters wide in front of the bed, and a large window on each side of the door; beyond that, there was nothing else.
Within one of these barracks.
The dim daylight filtered through the gray fog shone through the vast paper-covered windows.
Inside the room, some yin spirits were sleeping with their eyes closed, while others were whispering together quietly.
Brother Chen and De Chun sat against the wall on the edge of the bed.
"Something's not right," De Chun frowned deeply.
"Apart from the dozen or so newcomers like us, the rest are all veterans from Antiquity City."