Time slowly passed.
The sun outside the main hall gradually climbed to the highest point in the sky, then slowly descended toward the earth.
During this time, Wang Zhifan and the other two mostly rested in the side hall, occasionally going out to see if the enemy had appeared, experiencing a difficult yet somewhat boring time.
Finally, around two in the afternoon, a young man in black and gold sect attire appeared outside the main hall.
The young man had an agile posture, clearly someone with strength, and he walked unhurriedly into the side hall dedicated to players, only to find that almost all the players had left. His brow furrowed immediately, and he showed a hint of disdain, but he quickly collected himself when he turned to look at Wang Zhifan and the others who were either sitting or lying at the table inside the hall. He spoke to them calmly:
"Brave warriors, our sect's informant has spotted traces of the Demon Sect Flying Ship. Please prepare for the enemy."
