But that was because the two of them had already trained their Nen to near its limit, reaching the bottleneck of the Foundation Establishment Realm.
That situation would not last long. Once they advanced to the Golden Core Realm and gained another thousand years of life, they would undoubtedly enter a period of explosive growth in their Nen reserves.
When they heard that President Odin would not hold them back this time and would let them head out, quite a few of them grew excited.
They all threw themselves into cultivation.
Time flew by amid this fervent training.
A month later, a cavalry unit came from the west.
Behind the cavalry followed infantry and several wagons.
The wagons carried weapons and supplies.
There seemed to be quite a few people.
Twenty cavalrymen, a hundred infantrymen, and several dozen support personnel.
That amounted to a sizable force for a noble.
Their leader rode a large black horse, wore plate armor, and had a greatsword hanging at his waist.
His aura was powerful, far stronger than that of the previous cavalry captain.
The force would reach the camp by noon the next day.
The others had already discovered this news and were now busy preparing.
Netero and the others had prepared early and were already standing several kilometers away.
In the distance, dust rose from the dirt road. The clatter of the cavalry's hooves drew steadily closer.
Netero stood in the middle of the dirt road with his hands behind his back. When the wind blew, his loose clothes fluttered behind him.
Ging stood beside Netero, looking ahead with an eager grin.
Morel stood behind the two, his pipe slung across his back. Smoke streamed from his mouth and combined with the Nen cores in the air, forming purple smoke soldiers one