A short while later, in the spacious courtyard of the City Lord's manor, the majestic snow-white flying ship hovered gently a few feet above the ground, its formation arrays glowing with soft blue light.
Servants and soldiers moved efficiently, loading the final supplies under Captain Shan's sharp commands.
Lan Suyao stood nearby, arms crossed, radiating her usual cold dignity as she oversaw the final preparations.
Li Feng stood in front of the ship with Yue Lan by his side as they waited.
And soon, a familiar voice called out from the entrance of the manor.
"Envoy Li! Envoy Yue! City Lord Lan!"
General Zhang Kuo, still looking a bit pale but standing tall in his armor, approached with steady steps.
Beside him was Madam Zhang, dressed in refined noblewoman's attire and carrying a small, elegant wooden box in her hands.
The General cupped his fists deeply in respect as he stopped before them.
