Jing Province, Tiger Gate Pass.
Dense ranks of Great Qian elites spread across the vast plains, divided into countless small formations as they trained.
A massive Light Array descended from midair, shrouding everyone beneath it.
In a mountain hollow not far away, several maidservants held up a broad umbrella, shielding the richly dressed young man beneath it from the glaring sun and blowing sand.
The young man gently peeled half an orange and placed it in his mouth, his voice neither joyful nor sorrowful. "Zhai Zhixin is a capable man as well. At this rate, by the time the Changliu Martial Trial begins, the three hundred thousand troops will have finished assembling."
Xuan Sheng stood at Li Yixuan's side, his right hand forming a hand seal, an Immortal Dew floating above his head. "This Daoist heard that, in order to transport the army here, Commander Zhai even requisitioned every civilian vessel within Thunder Province. He even had martial artists above the Fifth Heavenly Gate carry soldiers across the West Sea."
The moment those words were spoken, even the expressionless Li Yixuan smiled unconsciously. "Using martial artists as beasts of burden for soldiers—only he could come up with such an idea. This Zhai Zhixin is truly interesting."
Xuan Sheng nodded and agreed. "Though it sounds somewhat strange, this method is indeed effective."
Li Yixuan gave a slight nod and stared distantly at the army ahead. He put the last piece of orange into his mouth, then rose to his feet and said firmly, "When the Changliu Martial Trial begins, the three hundred thousand troops will advance east according to plan."
The order was issued, and several Daoist youths behind the two men rode their Immortal Dew away.
After considering for a moment, Xuan Sheng asked gravely, "Your Highness, if Zhao Chuanxiong