Heroes Assemble
The Tai** Mother flying vessel chased the westering sun, its golden-red afterglow spread across the clouds and mountain ranges—magnificent, yet inevitably monotonous. Had he not known they would soon reach their destination, Yu Ci would have thought the vessel was going to fly all the way to the edge of heaven.
The flying vessel Yu Ci rode was an enormous flying artifact. In appearance, it closely resembled the great ships that sailed rivers, lakes, and seas, more than ten zhang long and roughly four zhang wide, with two masts and even unfurled sails.
Yet a transparent membrane remained spread around the hull at all times, shielding it from the fierce high-altitude winds. At that moment, more than twenty people had gathered on the vessel's foredeck, already accounting for half of the Li Chen Sect's total delegation of forty attending the Sword Garden Grand Event.
Yu Ci had spent five days aboard the vessel, wholly focused on refining the golden-green palace sash and rarely leaving his quarters. As a result, many people still did not know him. Leaning against the wooden railing at the ship's side, he listened as Li You introduced the others to him.
"The one on the left is Xiao Lu from the Disciplinary Branch. He and Junior Sister Meng are considered fellow disciples. His temperament... tch, I'd better not say. Just remember to take a detour whenever you see him."
Yu Ci looked over and saw that Xiao Lu was somewhat thin, with a long, narrow face and rather unremarkable features. Yet his expression was solemn and grave, never smiling. His brows and eyes carried an iron-cold severity that made others wary of slighting him. He truly had the air of the Disciplinary Branch. At present, he sat with his eyes half closed, tending to