「Roughly fifteen minutes earlier.」
CLINK! CLANK! CLINK!
Accompanied by the crisp sound of colliding armor, Luo Ying led a sizable group of elite soldiers from the Northwest, along with powerful cultivators, on the road to the Eastern Palace Mansion.
Along the way, they were met by squad after squad of the Bright Lamp Bureau's Brocade Clothing, dressed in Flying Fish Robes, with Brocade Spring Sabers at their waists and Silver Boots on their feet.
Cultivators from the Thunder Pool Daoist Academy, the Vajra Department Institute, and the Drumming Institute stood in a line, guarding the grounds of the Eastern Palace. Their stance was no mere formality; they were truly standing watch.
"This area is forbidden. Halt."
A Sword Cultivator in a Daoist Robe, his expression indifferent, blocked their path.
Yao Guang, a True Disciple of the Fuyao Sword Palace, stood at Luo Ying's side and frowned. "Should we just fight our way in?"
"Or should we go directly to reinforce His Highness?"
