"The Sword Banner of the Profound Daoist Sect."
A muscle in Hu Zhenyue's cheek twitched. He spun his horsewhip in his palm three times, then finally wrenched his mount around. "Move out! Back to the family!"
From the watchtower, Mo Shisan watched the cloud of dust kicked up by the Hu Family's riders. The faint sound of interlocking gears echoed in his ears.
The three thousand six hundred Profound Steel Bricks of the fortress's outer wall were shifting, revealing the Honeycomb Crossbow Mechanisms within, ready to fire at a moment's notice.
The Celestial Craft Fortress was awaiting word from Hong Baichuan and his men. As soon as they got confirmation, the Celestial Craft Department disciples anchored below the Ghostly Wail Abyss would send the signal.
Twilight dyed the lingering clouds the color of rust, and the sighing of the pines along the ridge carried the intermittent caws of crows.
'These young whelps... a few peaceful days and they've become completely lawless!'
