There was nothing more to discuss. Gan Xingquan rose from his seat and said to the others before he left, "Think it over carefully. We set out to sea at Chen Hour tomorrow morning. Once we do, you can't quit!"
That night, Zhao Lin tossed and turned in his bed.
In the past, he had always acted alone. If he encountered an opponent he couldn't defeat, he could still run away.
But this time was different. Leading a team, especially with vulnerable members like the Array Masters to protect, was a considerable test.
He had a faint premonition that the enemy they were about to face would be exceptionally strong.
The next morning, the eighteen cultivators heading out to sea gathered in the center of the camp.
At Chen Hour, Gan Xingquan appeared right on time and had the guards distribute a warning talisman to each person.
