Life was full of twists and turns. Mai Zhanchang had no idea what the future held, but for now, he sat atop a mountain watching the stars.
From where he sat, he could clearly see people coming and going at Shi Chun's cave entrance. When he suddenly spotted a group of a dozen or so going inside, he immediately stood up, descended the mountain, and loitered near the entrance.
When the group came back out, he happened to run into them. He gave a surprised hum, remarking that their faces looked unfamiliar, and thus learned which three sects the fifteen people belonged to: the Righteous Heaven Gate, the Northern Court Sect, and Spirit Gathering Valley.
They were from some of the sects Chu Jingtang had dragged into the affair but which had yet to show themselves. Shi Chun had summoned them.
Mai Zhanchang pretended to invite them somewhere to get better acquainted, but the people from the three sects said they had business to attend to and could not stay. They were frank about what they were going to do, too: serve as scouts for the forces here.
There was nothing they could not disclose. Shi Chun had told them to answer honestly if anyone asked.
Mai Zhanchang could only express his regret and suggest they meet another time. He courteously saw the group off, then suddenly looked back and spotted someone leaving on Wind Scales. It seemed to be Wang Sheng. Where was he off to now...?
The other half of the Mystic Continent's forces were still being sorted out and reorganized, without pause, day or night.
Inside the central cave, after reporting the latest progress on the reorganization, Wan Daoxuan suddenly changed the subject. "I heard Wang Sheng's forces fought three battles in a single day. They were