[Midnight] [Closed Beta Day 13 (Game Time) is about to begin] [Player is about to enter the Destiny world] [Current Survivors: 368,996] [Real-world deaths today: 204,761] [Notice: 16 days remain in the closed beta. Please complete your class advancement as soon as possible.] [Detected that player Lin Mo has selected "Physical Descent" mode] [Teleport Countdown... 3, 2, 1—] [Descent!]
Lin Mo opened his eyes to the sight of brocade draped across the tent ceiling. Candle flames flickered, casting faint Cloud Patterns.
All eight were there.
Lin Mo threw off the brocade quilt, carefully moved aside the arms and legs draped over him, broke free from the land of tenderness, and stepped barefoot onto the felt carpet.
Outside the tent, a faint strip of pale dawn showed on the eastern horizon.
Cao Zhengchun poked half his body through the tent flap, his fly-whisk resting in the crook of his arm and his usual ingratiating smile on his face. Lowering his voice, he said, "Master, breakfast is ready."
Lin Mo nodded, slipped on an outer robe, and strode out of the sleeping tent.
Ten li north of Panyu City, Lin Mo's main camp.
Morning mist hung over the camp, while embers from the bonfires still gave off wisps of bluish smoke.
The Clones in the cook squad had already started preparing the meal. Mist mingled with the fragrance of rice porridge and drifted through the morning breeze.
The soldiers sat around the bonfires, holding bowls as they gulped down steaming porridge.
Lin Mo sat inside the Central Army's main tent. Before him were plain congee, steamed buns, pickles, and a plate of braised beef.
"Lord." Lin Yi entered from outside the tent and cupped