And who, by what method, could possibly bring peace to a world ravaged by a plague of demons?
BOOM! Thunder cracked across the sky. The tall, current Confucian Saint stood at the prow of a True Qi Airship. A gale mixed with a torrential downpour battered his robes, just like those days many years ago when he had run frantically through the storm.
The cold, damp rain brought the Confucian Saint back to his most painful memories. Shaking his head slightly, he shook himself from his reverie and surveyed his surroundings.
Engines roared, propellers whirled. A total of twelve massive True Qi Flying Ships flew beneath the cloud layer, their flight accompanied by a tremendous roar.
