Beyond Soul-Lost Bay, military banners fluttered, warships stretched across the river, and the troops stood in stern battle formation.
At this moment, atop the largest warship, a general clad in iron armor and an old Daoist in robes silently watched Soul-Lost Bay. The general was tall and broad-faced, his complexion dark, his sharp brows brimming with martial vigor.
The old Daoist had white hair and beard. Holding a compass in one hand, he muttered continuously as if sensing something.
At a certain moment, the compass needle spun, and the old Daoist's expression changed at once.
"Commander, the time is right. It is time to break the enemy."
With a respectful expression, the old Daoist Fang Wen bowed to the general—Lu Chenzhou.
Hearing this, Lu Chenzhou's expression did not change in the slightest. Only the aura around him grew ever more heavy and profound.
"Daoist Fang Wen, you have worked hard. I will still need your help to disperse this fog."
Turning his gaze toward Fang Wen, Lu Chenzhou spoke in a very gentle tone.
Though Daoist Fang Wen had only reached the peak of the Inspiration Realm and had yet to refine qi, he excelled at reading the wind and observing the waters. His standing within the River Governor's Office was therefore far from low.
"Please rest assured, Commander. At noon, I can raise a great wind and disperse this fog for the army."
Without any hesitation, Fang Wen immediately went below to make preparations with two Daoist boys in tow. Soul-Lost Bay itself possessed an unusual environment, and with the Mist-Chasing Banner added to the mix, it had ultimately become a natural fortress. With insufficient mana, the best way to break it was to borrow strength from heaven and earth.
Watching Fang Wen, Lu Chenzhou was quite satisfied. Though