"As you command!"
Hong Yue quickly responded, his gaze once again falling on Jiang Shu, filled with concern, yet clearly understanding this was not the time for conversation.
The space once more rippled silently, and this time, it seemed to directly cross some regional boundary; even the brilliant flow of the void passage did not appear, as the scene before them changed.
This was no longer the rough stone hall of the frontline camp, but rather overseas from the Chaotic Demon Sea.
In the Endless Sea.
The battle camp of the True Martial Sect was stationed here.
Outside the enormous island, large ships came and went, in an endless stream.
Countless military supplies were transported from the Cang Mang Domain.
A tranquil and elegant side hall.
The arrangement within the hall was simple and ancient, the spiritual energy thick, exuding the calming fragrance of sandalwood that soothed the mind and soul.
Outside the window, clouds flowed and cranes soared.
