It took Zhongli Ting three days to finish all the arrangements before the march.
At daybreak, the sound of bugles rang out through the military camp.
Zhongli Ting stood on the commanding platform, clad in full black armor—breastplate, robes, helmet, mask, neck guard, shoulder pads, heart protector, gauntlets, and belt, all ink-black in hue. A long sword hung at his waist, and the morning breeze caught his black cloak, causing it to ripple slightly.
Chapter 89