The Martial Arts Ceremony was in full swing.
"Whoa!"
Standing in the warship's corridor, March 7th's eyes lit up.
"The ceremonial cannons on the Jingfeng Ship are so loud!"
"So this is what the Martial Arts Ceremony feels like? I think I'm going deaf!"
"How would they draw a crowd without making a spectacle of it?" Yunli stood beside her and asked:
"March 7th, you haven't forgotten what you're here to do, have you?"
"Isn't it to help out?"
March 7th scratched her head, puzzled.
"Everyone's busy because of the Buli Ren, so they sent me to lend a hand."
"That's one way to look at it."
Yunli planted her hands on her hips and looked around.
"I heard there might be trouble here. We need to keep a close watch."
"Mr. Yan Huan just called. He said Sushang's finished her training and asked us to pick her up."
"Oh?" March 7th perked up.
Sushang had started training around the same time she had. March 7th was already out and about—could Sushang have mastered some incredible technique by now?
The two reached the docking port on the Jingfeng Ship's bridge.
A Star Skiff arrived at last and came to a stop.
Sushang hurried out, not forgetting to pay the pilot a Strale.
"Sushang, it really is you!" March 7th exclaimed.
"How far have you gotten? Have you become amazing?"
"Me?" Sushang pointed at herself and gave an awkward smile.
"I haven't learned much. The book the president gave me is so long, and I've only finished practicing a few moves."
"No matter how many moves you've learned, progress is progress," Yunli said with a smile.
"I'm looking forward to seeing you in the ring."
Meanwhile.
Central Starskiff Haven.
"Reporting, General!" A large contingent of Cloud Knights had assembled there.