Under Lin Bai's meticulous arrangements, the warriors of the Heavenly Guard Battalion and the Tianshui Sect quietly left the Imperial Capital in batches and squads over the course of three days, heading to the mountain forest east of the city to rendezvous.
On the second day, at midnight.
Qiao Mo arrived at Lin Bai's residence and reported the latest news to him. "The sect elders have all left the Imperial Capital."
"Senior Brother Holy Son, we should set out as well."
Lin Bai raised his head and glanced at the bright moon in the sky, replaying every detail of the plan in his mind.
Only after ensuring that nothing was amiss did he lead Bai Yifei, Qiao Mo, Zhou Xinjin, Yi Zien, Li Juenian, and the others out of the temporary palace.
As soon as they reached the entrance, they saw Sect Master Chu Xi and Zu Zhangbai standing there.
"Are you setting out?" Zu Zhangbai asked Lin Bai.
Lin Bai nodded solemnly. "Yes. By this time tomorrow, Xia Jingzhi should have arrived at Star Plucking Mountain. We need to get there ahead of time and make preparations."
Zu Zhangbai earnestly exhorted him, "Holy Son, if we win this battle, peace will return to the world."
"I know, Ancestor," Lin Bai replied.
Zu Zhangbai stroked his beard and smiled. "I know the Holy Son is not a rash man, so I'll spare you the needless words."
"I'll prepare a feast here in the temporary palace and await the Holy Son's triumphant return."
Lin Bai nodded, then glanced at Sect Master Chu Xi, who looked like a little girl.
Although Sect Master Chu Xi usually looked like a little girl, she understood the gravity of the situation at this moment.
A trace of worry appeared on her small face as she