This place was completely unaffected by the war.
This made Wu Er feel a little unreal.
Taking a breath, Wu Er walked towards the place where he received the mission.
If we're talking about the place with the highest foot traffic, this is probably it.
Both inside and outside the gate were cultivators coming to receive missions; there were three times more people during wartime than on ordinary days.
Wu Er stood outside. Because there were too many people and he didn't want to squeeze in, he waited outside for a while. There were plenty of tasks available at this time, so there was no need to rush to grab one.
While waiting, Wu Er overheard a conversation among several junior cultivators.
These two young cultivators are not very powerful, probably only at the Foundation Establishment stage, and they are also quite young.
"I'm going to the front lines!"
"Me too! I'm about to make my mark!"
"Yes, I'm going to beat those monsters to a pulp and eventually become an elder of a major sect!"
The two young men were filled with excitement as they spoke animatedly about their ideas, as if they regarded the front lines of the battlefield as a playground where they could realize their ambitions.
Wu Er said nothing about this.
What else can be said after all this?
Young people always crave competition and believe they can achieve great things and surpass everything, but they just can't see that they are just cannon fodder.
People always have to grow, but growing up is indeed a painful process.
Wu Er could only wish these two young monks, who harbored dreams, good luck.
As it got dark and fewer people were around, Wu Er walked into the hall where missions were being accepted.
Perhaps because there were fewer people, the monks who were there to greet them were also very lazy, slumped over the counter without any enthusiasm.
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