Promotion

Shi Lan and the others soon followed the golden light and stepped onto the flying ship's deck.

The moment she set foot on the deck, Shi Lan's eyes fell on a towering platform, more than ten zhang tall, like a city wall.

The platform was a uniform blue-gray. Dozens of banners of the Demon Suppression Army, black with gold lettering, stood in a row atop it, fluttering in the wind.

Four military formations already stood below the platform, silent and still. Each consisted of roughly a thousand people. The vast majority were men, while fewer than five hundred were women.

A young man clad in dark armor stood atop the platform with his hands behind his back. Beside him stood a jade panel resembling a notice board, its surface dotted with many faint points of light that moved slowly.

The young man had a calm expression and a tall, slender build, with a face as beautiful as jade. A pale-gold Demon Suppression Token hung at his waist. When he saw Shi Lan and the others board, he merely waved a hand, indicating that they should stand to one side.

Seeing him, Shi Lan couldn't help but feel startled. Back in Twin Moon City, the young man who had arrived aboard that Cloudsoar Treasure Ship was this very same man. At the time, many people from the Shengwu Immortal Sect had followed behind him.

The Cloudsoar Treasure Ship had left a deep impression on Shi Lan, so she also remembered the dark-armored officer, whose status had clearly been extraordinary.

Beside her, Wu Lingkong caught sight of the young man and murmured in surprise,

"It's actually him. He..."

She stopped halfway, realized herself, and fell silent.

Shi Lan instinctively wanted to ask who he was, but remembering how keen a martial artist's