But as for the true confrontation between the two armies—the stage where a single battle would decide everything—it was still unknown when that would finally begin.
The three of them were tens of thousands of feet in the air, an altitude only Golden Core Cultivators could traverse with ease. Fang Qingyuan and the Sect Leader of the Lingliang Sect were inside a flying shuttle summoned by Yan Nanxing. The experience was far superior to flying with their own Magical Power. For one, they didn't have to waste effort managing the turbulent astral winds, and it also conserved a great deal of Magical Power.
Fang Qingyuan's eyes lit up as he studied Yan Nanxing's small flying shuttle. He was reminded of what the Elder Dean at Tianshan Villa had said years ago: 'The Beast Taming Sect is better off sticking to Transport Beasts.' Of course, when that same Elder Dean later went to Zongshan to report on his duties, he had chosen a flying shuttle himself.
