The Abbess only needed to give her sect members a single command before they sprung into action.
Though half of them had never seen actual battle before, that mattered very little in the grand scheme of things.
This was what they had trained for here for several decades, and by now they were quite literally built for this conflict.
Instead of shying away from the strife, they sharpened their weapons with blood thirsty zeal, got dressed with only the utmost sense of purpose.
They didn't even bother to ask who the enemy was.
Because at the end of the day, it didn't matter.
Their abbess asked them to prepare, and so they prepared.
Thirty minutes later, this peaceful and beautiful sect had been transformed into a bewitching military base.
There were 149 members of the Drifting Snowfall Sect that had assembled on the two mile long stone bridge after exactly thirty minutes.
