That day, they set out on campaign.
A sudden dark rain fell over the First Floating Island of Dingmao.
The great banner embroidered with the words "Wu'an" flew high beside the Ziwei Central Supreme Emperor Banner.
Raindrops struck the banners with sharp, crackling slaps.
Soldiers stood in formation on the parade ground, while the generals stood silently. Not a single person stirred or made a sound.
For Jiang Wang, the army's commander-in-chief and Marquis of Wu'an, stood tall upon the General Platform, drenched by the rain as well.
As it happened, despite being the foremost military achiever among Great Qi Empire's younger generation, this was his first time independently commanding an army—leading dozens of battle generals and tens of thousands of soldiers.
Though none under his command were elites of the Nine Legions, they were all hardened warriors tempered through slaughter in the Lost Realm, amid blood and fire.
Before the battle, Jiang Wang had intended to make a speech and raise morale. He had even drafted something in his mind, "drawing upon" several famous works from history.
But as he looked at the pairs of bright eyes gazing up at him through the torrential rain from below the General Platform, he suddenly felt there was no need to say anything more.
He felt their trust.
Every officer and soldier present trusted him without reservation. They believed that the Marquis of Wu'an would surely lead them to victory.
It was because of his past renown, but also because of the days they had spent together.
What more was there to say?
Jiang Wang raised a hand and pointed at the sky, saying calmly, "Sever this rain."
"This general accepts the order!"
Kuang Huiping, the commander stationed on the Floating Island, immediately shot into the air and flew beyond the island,