The Bai Clan's flying fleet descended steadily toward the main aerial dock of the Bai Clan.
As soon as Bai Tianheng stepped off the flying ship, he did not pause to rest, nor did he accompany Bai Zihan directly back to the inner residences.
Instead, he issued a single, decisive order.
The Bai Clan would enter an Emergency State.
Clan bells rang across the mountain ranges, echoing through valleys and cultivation peaks.
Formation flared as dormant defensive arrays awakened one after another. Patrol routes doubled.
Restrictions tightened.
Communication talismans activated in bulk, sending instructions to every hall, every elder and every disciple.
No one questioned the decision.
Those who had remained behind in the Bai Clan—elders overseeing logistics, disciples recovering from injuries, formation masters maintaining the clan's defenses—had already heard the rumors from the frontlines.
Bai Zihan was crippled.
