Chapter 389: Frontline
Zhang Yu was regulating his breath in the inner chamber when he heard movement outside. His eyes opened, a sharp glint flashing through them. With a reach of his hand, the Cicada Cry Sword flew into his grasp. He rose, sword in hand, and walked into the main hall.
Wan Ming was waiting outside. Seeing him emerge, he cupped his hands in salute and said, "Profound Rectifier, the Military Prefecture's army has already set out. When do we depart?"
Zhang Yu looked outside. The transparent glazed walls on all four sides of the hall offered an incomparably broad view, allowing him to see at a glance the thousands upon thousands of flying vessels soaring away beyond.
Under the bright daylight, the silver hulls of the flying vessels reflected brilliant light. As they sped away, they carved dazzling beams across the sky. The sight was exceptionally magnificent.
He watched for a moment, then walked out of the hall. All the cultivators taking part in this campaign had long been waiting outside.
He glanced over the crowd and said, "We may depart."
The cultivators answered in unison, cupped their hands in salute, and headed separately for the flying vessels prepared in advance.
Since they would be traveling alongside the army on the way to the front line, and this was a direct assault rather than a surprise attack, there was naturally no need to travel through the void. This would also save some mental exertion.
Zhang Yu descended from the high platform and arrived before the Mooring Boat Terrace at the garrison. A spindle-shaped great vessel was docked there, roughly twenty-five zhang long, far larger than an ordinary flying vessel. Its outer shell was black and crimson, making it highly conspicuous, while its belly bore a clear pattern of