Military Command Hall's Rising Clouds Minor Trial: Breaking Flags and Questioning Formations. The hall official of the Military Command Hall, Pang Qingwu, was tall and slender with cold, hard features. A long, old scar ran diagonally across her left cheek from the corner of her eye to her jaw.
Far from marring her appearance, it lent her a frigid air, an aura forged on the battlefield. Her voice was as crisp as striking metal.
“Breaking Flags and Questioning Formations does not ask about your background or cultivation, only whether you can discern the tides of war. Once inside, you will each command fifty cloud soldiers against the pressing assaults of the Black, Red, and White armies, which will attack in succession. The three armies' flag signals will be both true and false, their drumbeats both real and feigned. If you can only charge and kill, you will surely lose. If you can only defend to the death, you will also lose.”
She raised the command flag in her hand, and every cultivator was assigned a separate area. Rumble. The clouds and mist in the center of the cloud plaza suddenly sank, like a huge white cloth being pulled down from the sky by an invisible hand.