Two minutes later
"Alright, no more slacking off."
Having caught his breath a little, Motan kicked Wang Badan in the side and then briskly walked towards the south. Without looking back, he said, "Now's not the time to relax. Even if the enemy's top combatants have been wiped out, we can't let our guard down. There's a multitude of bandits, and the terrain at the core of their camp is very favorable for them to attack. Moreover, Dabus hasn't sent me a message updating the situation for a while, so we must..."
"Uh, listen bro,"
Wang Badan, who hadn't moved an inch except for sticking out his head and limbs from his shell, interrupted with his proportionally small eyes looking pained, "I get the point, but could you please not head in the opposite direction of the battle zone while giving such a cool speech?"
"Huh?"
Motan's figure stiffened instantly, then he turned his head mechanically to look at Wang Badan, his expression slightly sad: "Did... I go the wrong way again?"
