"Boom"
The heavy gate slowly rose, and Zhan Ge was the first to cross the city gate, followed by a large group of Northern Guards, and behind them, a large group of menacing Spiritual Beasts.
The overwhelming army soared along the ramp, making the bewildered caravans and Loose Cultivators tremble.
"What's happening?"
"Looks like there's going to be a war," a perceptive Loose Cultivator speculated.
"Surely not. I haven't seen any draft notice!" another Loose Cultivator rebutted.
Generally, when a sect or some force plans to expand, they issue draft orders immediately, using resources to recruit Loose Cultivators to fight for them.
"Draft? Ha, with such a number of Spiritual Beasts, not fewer than twenty are Heavenly Immortals; why would they need us?" A Loose Cultivator self-deprecatingly said.
"That's really unfortunate. I actually wanted to go for Star Moon City's draft; at least it seems safer than other forces. Taking a gamble might carve a better path!"
