Star Sea Merchant Alliance, Headquarters Plaza.
A vast Starship Fleet hovered in the air like a forest of steel, its pitch-black cannon muzzles gleaming beneath the light of a star.
Every starship was packed with fully armed Alliance cultivators.
Their expressions were solemn, Immortal Power surging around them. They were clearly ready to head for the battlefield at a moment's notice.
"Director Lu."
Aboard the flagship at the head of the fleet, an armored commander hurried toward the girl in a black dress who had just appeared and bowed, awaiting her orders:
"We have finished assembling and can depart at any time! Please give the order!"
Lu Xuan wore a long black dress, her cool face betraying little emotion.
She merely swept her gaze over the fleets poised to depart, her voice crisp and clear:
"Remain on standby."
"No one is to move without my orders."
"Yes!"
Though puzzled, the commander respectfully accepted her orders.
Lu Xuan turned and strode into the headquarters building behind her, which towered into the clouds.
Inside the conference room on the top floor.
The atmosphere was a hundred times more oppressive than outside.
"Everyone is ready."
Lu Xuan pushed open the door and entered. Looking toward the two figures by the window, she asked with a slight frown:
"When do we leave?"
"Alas..."
By the window, You Tiancheng stood in a long robe with his back to the others. Gazing at the distant Star Sea, he could not help sighing:
"Let's wait a little longer."
"Wait even longer?!"
Wen Zhixing, however, was frantic with worry and could no longer sit still.
He rose to his feet, nearly snapping the folding fan in his grip:
"Old You, how long has it been already?!"
"Yes, I know Prefect Ye told us to hold our position."