The Qin soldiers' morale was steady, relying on you to be present; waving the staff in vain, the command could not return.

The Qin Army soldiers saw the figure hanging in midair.

A young soldier raised his head, the dark-red point of light reflected in his pupils.

At some point, the spear in his hand had already drooped, its tip planted in the ground.

His hands were trembling from an irresistible shudder welling up from the depths of his bones.

"What is that..."

His voice was as faint as a wisp of wind. His lips quivered. "It looks like a person... but how can a person fly?"

No one beside him answered.

Because no one knew the answer.

Another soldier stared upward, his mouth hanging open, forgotten even to close it. Drool ran from the corner of his mouth and dripped onto his armor, yet he was utterly unaware.

"An immortal... that's an immortal..."

Someone muttered under his breath. There was no reverence in his voice, only fear.

Someone instinctively began to retreat.

Faced with an existence beyond the bounds of their understanding, the body reacted before the mind did.

Their feet shuffled backward, yet their eyes remained locked on the figure in the sky, as though nailed in place.

One step, two steps, three steps.

The front-row soldiers stepped on the feet of those behind them, and the rear ranks bumped into the chests of those farther back. The formation began to loosen, like a flag wrinkled by the wind.

But no one fled in panic.

Because at the very moment those frightened young soldiers loosened their grips on their spears, the veteran Qin soldiers beside them seized hold of them.

They would not allow them to retreat.

"Stand fast."

The old soldiers' voices were hard and thunderous, every word driving into the young soldiers' ears like a nail. "Have you forgotten Lord Wuwei?"

The young soldiers froze.

Lord Wuwei.

That