"Five days, two Immortal Script characters."
As she spoke, Meng Nanxi handed the Light Feather to Jiang Chuan.
Jiang Chuan took it and examined it closely. Seeing the two Immortal Script characters for five days on the Light Feather, he asked, "Where did this come from?"
"It had just flown down from the sky in front of Nandu City's gates, according to the surveillance footage."
Meng Nanxi answered, "If I'm not mistaken, it should have flown out of the Hindu Kush Mountains."
"Five days. It wants me to reach the Hindu Kush Mountains within five days."
Jiang Chuan rubbed his chin. "How are preparations for the Asian Theater Command Post coming along?"
"They're mostly complete. The Seven Swords King's troops were already stationed there, so gathering the army was quick. Logistics are still the troublesome part."
Meng Nanxi explained, "According to the agreement at the United Nations, in every theater, cultivators from countries on other continents must make up thirty percent, aside from the nations in the primary region. Of those thirty percent, only ten percent have arrived so far. Since the Atlantic Theater has already gone to war, the United States keeps claiming a shortage of troops and has not sent any cultivators."
"With catastrophe at the doorstep, they still want to preserve their strength. The United States is beyond saving. Send the Seven Swords King a message and ask when he can begin. Also tell him that I'll head to the Command Post in Dihua City tomorrow."
After saying that, Jiang Chuan rose and walked toward the door.
He had originally intended to leave today, but then remembered that he had not been home for several months. He decided to spend one night at home before setting off for Dihua City.
"Meow!"
Before he even landed in front