Inside a luxurious lounge aboard the Holy Mother Lake, flagship of the Remlan Empire Royal Airship Force, Zhang Tie and Knight Jia Lei sat on comfortable sofas, chatting leisurely.
Since there was no rush to travel, the airship moved at only a little over a hundred kilometers per hour. At that speed, it would take at least another six hours to reach Bertan City, the capital of the Remlan Empire. After the officers aboard confirmed Zhang Tie's identity, especially upon seeing his relaxed demeanor, Knight Jia Lei's suspicions completely vanished, and he began speaking with Zhang Tie frankly.
Zhang Tie also knew the airship force was moving rather slowly, but he did not point it out. Slow was slow. He was not in a hurry over these two hours anyway.
Only then did Zhang Tie learn how his whereabouts had been discovered. He had not expected that during his two-hour, thousand-plus-kilometer flight, his trail had been spotted four times by tide-watching posts and air-defense sentries along the route. From this alone, it seemed that the countries south of the Kare Mountains in the Blakerson Human Corridor were better prepared for the Holy War, and that the Central Nations Alliance had established a more complete intelligence network south of the Kare Mountains. Of course, this also had to do with the flight route and time he had chosen. If he had been more cautious, Zhang Tie was fully confident that no one would have caught a glimpse of his trail. At night, so long as he did not make his chakras spin at high speed and unleash Battle Qi for a mad dash, turning himself into something as dazzling as a meteor in the sky, those observation posts and air-defense sentries on the ground would have found it far more difficult—perhaps