The next day...
The mighty army of Firecloud Sect cultivators set out. Over a hundred Flying Boats flew out of Firecloud Divine Mountain, a spectacle magnificent beyond words...
Like Wang Yan, Ye Shisan, Zhang Qiulin, and Zhang Qiulang had not been sent into battle because they were young and full of promise... This put Wang Yan considerably more at ease.
From the look of things, Venerable Gray Three had not acted entirely out of favoritism toward Wang Yan. This was also part of the Firecloud Sect's strategy. After all, these young disciples had boundless potential that had yet to be fully unearthed. Sending them to their deaths on the front lines would have been far too great a waste...
Wang Yan felt much more reassured, but he did not stop refining his puppets and other things. After all, they would be useful at any time.
However...
Only a little over half a month passed...
Grim news arrived from the front...
The allied army of the Cloud Nation's five great sects had been trapped at the front by a colossal formation laid by the Lin Nation Cultivators. Their losses were staggering...
That very day!
"Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang!" A succession of piercing, soul-shaking bell tolls rang throughout Firecloud Divine Mountain. Even restriction arrays could not block the sound...
Wang Yan was in his secluded chamber, refining puppets...
When he heard the sound...
"This... this is the emergency assembly bell! What happened?" Wang Yan exclaimed in surprise, an ominous feeling immediately rising in his heart...
"I don't know either...!" Card Fairy said hurriedly...
Whatever had happened, he still had to attend the assembly!
At once...
"Oh, right!" Wang Yan quietly felt the Storage Bag at his waist. It was the one Venerable Gray Three had given him.