C1516 Control

As soon as he finished speaking, the soldiers around them fell silent.

A deputy stepped forward, tilting his head toward the officer, "General, these individuals don't appear to be enemies, merely passersby."

"Passersby?" scoffed the Soul Cultivator known as the general. "How can you be certain they're not spies in disguise? And if they are, what then?"

The deputy was at a loss for words