Early summer, the mountains are in full bloom, a good day for leisure.
It should have been a day for enjoying the flowers and the moon, drifting on a boat with a few friends, discussing ancient and modern affairs over a pot of old wine, a great pleasure indeed. However, the Divine Continent is abuzz with tension and activity.
At Siling Mountain in Shazhou, the True Sun Fire illuminated the entire sky.
Although constrained by a Grand Array, its scorching force was still rampant, and the cultivators of the Profound Pavilion who ran up and down the mountain were far too busy to maintain appearances, their white robes reeking of sweat.
Luo Yu returned from the mountain, avoiding the crowd as he entered a room in the inn, and said with a bitter smile, "I asked my brother, there are two batches undergoing reconstruction, one dedicated to the military, another manages each battle team, since we are ranked the lowest, I fear we'll have to wait for a few days."
