Nie Rouxin and Wu Hong walked through a portal, and the sight of two towering gates — one broken — welcomed them. The scent of blood and metal assaulted her senses, but after experiencing countless wars, Wu Hong was used to it — maybe even enjoying it.
"Welcome, Your Majesty. Welcome, Your Highness."
Wu Hong looked at the rows of soldiers in silver armor, half kneeling. "At ease."
"Yes, sir."
"After all this time, I'm still not used to all this," Nie Rouxin said, sighing.
"You better get used to it. One day, you'll be the disciple of a Saint, and eventually, one yourself."
"I'll try."
"Let's move. Time is of the essence."
The True Qi Path Holy Land remained caged behind their array, even though they had conquered and assimilated all their territories into the Heavenly Court. No one knew what they were planning, but it couldn't be anything good. The time for the expedition against the Red Cloud was approaching, and Wu Hong wanted to do one last thing beforehand.
