Thunderzen remained behind for a moment as he watched his adoptive daughter's ship fly off into the distance. After watching it disappear over the horizon, he turned around and entered his own flying ship.
The other Elder's were patiently waiting inside for their return to the Heavenly Lightning Sect. Thunderzen nodded his head towards one of the Elder's who assumed command over the ship at its main piloting station. His hand pressed on a raised pedestal which contained numerous small formations, and the ship suddenly shot forward at great speeds.
"What happens now?" one of the Elder's asked Thunderzen.
"Now we prepare," Thunderzen replied.
"Prepare for what?" another Elder asked.
"Prepare for the arrival of the emissaries from the two alliances," Thunderzen replied.
"Emissaries?" an Elder asked. "From the Divine Martial Continent?"
