Woooooo—!
The desolate horn sounded slowly.
Within the sea of gray tents, in the inner landscape invisible to ordinary people.
Streams of gray-black Returning True Force rose like living creatures, linking together and forming formations dozens of meters wide.
These smaller formations then faintly followed fixed patterns, forming an even greater grand formation.
In an instant, the entire camp was completely shrouded within the massive black-smoke formation.
Yet in the outer landscape of reality, the entire camp remained unaware. Nothing seemed amiss.
The soldiers guarded, patrolled, trained, and interrogated as they should, each performing their duties in perfect order.
Galloping steeds charged wildly onward, quickly rushing into the sprawling connected camp.
The urgent military intelligence was then passed up through layer after layer and delivered to the command tent.
Inside the tent.
The nine lords of the Great Yuan allied army sat in attendance, each accompanied by their own generals.
Among them was Taizhou's Prefectural Commandant, Chen Ling. Behind him stood a True Person from the Wushi Sect and a Ming Gan general of the Taian Army.
Then there was Jinzhou's Prefectural Commandant, an old man with a long beard, followed by experts from Wanfei Palace and military generals.
The other seven prefectures had the same arrangement. Even Yunzhou had sent representative experts.
Overseeing them all was the man seated in the chief position.
Li Zhouzhao, Grand Commandant of Central Province.
Li Zhouzhao possessed refined features, a flowing long beard, and narrow eyes in which sharp glints faintly flickered. Combined with his broad frame and towering stature, he cut an imposing figure.
He came from a millennium-old aristocratic family and was skilled in everything from music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. He was also a renowned calligrapher of the age, having created the Zhaoti script, which had spread far and wide.