The Next Morning!
Dawn broke across the Northern Defense Line, casting light over thousands of cultivators standing in formation.
The three massive armies—Bai, Zhao, and Li—lined the vanguard positions, their ranks stretching like three steel walls across the horizon.
Bai Zihan stood at the center position with the Bai Clan's forward division.
Around him were older clan members—men and women in their late thirties and forties, all hardened cultivators in the Spirit Severing Realm.
No team of his own generation, or even those ten years older, was strong enough to match his strength.
They couldn't put him in a junior squad—he'd be too strong for them.
Though it was possible for him to become the Group Leader who would command the group, but because he was still young, that too was not possible.
So, Bai Zihan was put in a group much older than himself. Mostly unknown clan members whom Bai Zihan had never interacted with.
