In the dark night, Wang Debiao was yawning in the shack next to the melon field. He was the Minister of Agriculture on night watch tonight, but being merely a ninth grade, he was not responsible for defending against enemies.
The one responsible for guarding against enemies was an eighth-grade priest in the adjacent shack.
The weather in the Southern Desolate was unpredictable. Wang Debiao's duty was to monitor the nighttime growth of the Wuyuan melons, ensuring these delicate sprouts were not harmed.
"Hoo~" The oil lamp on the table flickered suddenly. However, Wang Debiao did not notice anything unusual.
In the other shack, the eighth-grade priest Lin Yuan suddenly opened his eyes, looking out with suspicion.
He stepped out of the shack, activated his clear sight to inspect the Wuyuan melon field, but saw nothing.
Little did he know, there was already a squad of ghost power warriors on the ridge of the field.
