The darkest hour of the morning.
A time when night was receding, but day had not yet broken.
It was the hour when those who had stayed up all night were most prone to fatigue.
The Copper Drum Bay artillery platform.
It was a two-story tower of mixed stone and wood construction, capable of housing a garrison of at least twenty men.
Of course, the Shu Family, currently short-handed, would not be so extravagant as to fully staff an artillery platform in a "peaceful" area.
Only ten cultivators were stationed in this artillery platform!
"Aah-woo..."
The Shu Family cultivator standing watch on the top floor, monitoring the harbor entrance, let out a groggy yawn.
Unconsciously, his eyelids drooped shut. He dozed for a few breaths before jolting awake, instantly on alert as he looked out over the harbor entrance.
The sea was calm.
Forget the Luo Family fleet; he couldn't even see a single bird.
