As the world was shaken, Li Xuancang led the Blacksteel Camp through the night, racing to reinforce the battlefield.
The Blacksteel Camp was composed entirely of cultivators. Even if they traveled without sleep or rest, they could endure for a long time.
In less than a month, Li Xuancang led his army to the defensive line.
Zhu Xuanye and the others had already received word and stood ready in solemn formation to welcome Li Xuancang.
"Rumble, rumble..."
Before long, the ground trembled and dust billowed as Li Xuancang led his vast army closer.
"They're here."
"What an elite army."
"This force is anything but ordinary."
"..."
The moment the Blacksteel Camp appeared, everyone's pupils contracted.
This army, composed entirely of cultivators, was exceptionally eye-catching.
Then, everyone's gaze fell upon Li Xuancang at the front.
He rode a Flame Horse and wore battle armor, looking majestic and imposing, heroic beyond measure.
Though not a trace of his aura leaked out, no one dared overlook him.
"Everyone, accompany me to welcome the Marquis of Wu'an."
Zhu Xuanye led the others toward Li Xuancang.
Once the two sides drew close, Li Xuancang swung down from his horse.
"Marquis, I have long admired your great name."
Without the slightest airs, Zhu Xuanye wore a warm expression and was the first to cup his hands in greeting.
"It is merely an empty reputation. Your Highness is too courteous."
Li Xuancang also cupped his hands.
"Greetings, Marquis of Wu'an."
"Greetings, Marquis."
"Your great name is like thunder in our ears, Marquis!"
"..."
Everyone stepped forward to cup their hands in greeting.
Even Shen Chongyuan, who had once held a grudge against Li Xuancang, wore a smile.
No one was foolish enough to offend Li Xuancang at such a time.
"Greetings, everyone."
Li Xuancang returned their greetings