Countless lakes dotted the boundless plain like stars scattered across the sky.
The abundant moisture kept the place shrouded in clouds and mist all year round, with lush vegetation.
As night fell, the still mist suddenly surged wildly. In an instant, a Blood Sedan emerged from within it, drifting away toward the distance.
It darted off like lightning, a fleeting glimpse of a startled swan. Its sinister, baleful aura seemed almost tangible, both demonic and ghostly.
Inside the Blood Sedan, in a space far more spacious than its exterior suggested, Pei Ling sat in the middle, already changed into a black robe woven with gold.
His aura was now completely restrained, revealing not the slightest trace of his cultivation. Though he was heading for the battlefield, his expression and manner had a naturally composed ease, unlike when he had first joined the sect.
A specially made Sound Transmission Talisman floated before him, its runes flickering as a clear, cool voice came from within. It was Li Lieyue. "...I'm at the battlefield in Ci Province right now."
"Come find me as soon as you arrive."
Pei Ling nodded and replied warmly, "No problem. I'll be there soon!"
Li Lieyue said nothing more and ended the transmission.
When the Sound Transmission Talisman went dark, Pei Ling beckoned it into his hand and put it away, then pondered for a moment.
After receiving the order from Li Wujiu's incarnation earlier, he had taken precautions and used Sound Transmission Talismans to confirm things with both Li Wujiu's Main Body and the Li Clan Old Ancestor. Only after they assured him there was no problem had he set out.
The fundamental reason the Li Clan was urging him to the battlefield was that, under Su Lijing's arrangements, they had been getting far too little out