In a small courtyard at the Mountain Peak Dojo, Wang Ping and Yu Lian emerged from a distortion in space the moment the Transfer Array flared to life. His attention was immediately drawn to the ringing of a bell—the summons from the front hall for the Entering Cultivators to assemble.
As his Primordial Spirit Consciousness spread out, he quickly learned from the assembling disciples what had happened. Warships from Lishui Prefecture had suddenly appeared in the waters south of Shang'an Prefecture.
The scouting cutters on the front lines had already clashed, with both sides suffering losses.
Wang Ping did not disturb Xia Wenyi's strategic deployment. He walked to a pavilion at the edge of the garden and stood still, gazing at the bustling Zhonghui County Town in the distance. He said to Yu Lian, "They don't intend to give me any time at all!"
"They're likely trying to slow your cultivation. A clever move, I have to admit!"
