Hearing that it was only a small market ward, Yan Kai, Cui Liang, Meng Wenxing, and the others nodded slightly in understanding.
Their expressions varied, but inwardly, they all breathed a quiet sigh of relief.
If their opponent was merely the Many-Eyed Daoist, a foundation establishment middle stage cultivator, he could hardly stir up much of a storm even if he refused to submit and resisted to the bitter end.
That meant the fighting would not be too intense, making things much easier for them. At least they would not have to fear for their lives right from the start.
As the saying went, know yourself and your enemy, and a hundred battles would bring no peril.
Although Liu Yu knew little of military strategy, he understood this much. Soon after learning the details of his assignment, he made up his mind and settled on a preliminary strategy.
According to the map provided by the elder, they were now less than thirty li from Mang Mountain. At the Origin Returning Boat's speed, they would arrive in just over a quarter of an hour.
He handed the Control Token to Jiang Qiushui and had her steer the flying boat.
With his hands clasped behind his back, Liu Yu gazed into the distance, looking at the mountains below as he sank into thought.
Mang Mountain was a tier-two low-grade spirit mountain, roughly two hundred and eighty zhang tall.
Its scenery had no distinctive features. It could hardly be called a place where spiritual beauty gathered, but it was ordinary enough to pass muster in cultivators' eyes.
To mortals, it could be considered an "immortal paradise."
The Many-Eyed Daoist, a foundation establishment middle stage cultivator, occupied it. Under his management, it gradually developed into a small market ward.
Having been established only