The whistle of the wind drowned a self-deprecating sigh. "Who would think we'd be the first victim of this war." Galant put his spiff back to his lips and puffed out a small cloud of smoke. He then put his hand back on his chain sword.
"Don't feel bad, you all were bound to lose this war from the beginning. The Starlight Sect of Lumis has always been the strongest even if we're at the same cultivation the Starlight Techniques will always be super to your Burning Heaven techniques," a tall and handsome young man said boastfully, as he gripped his short spear with one hand.
"I can't argue with that," Galant said while releasing another puff of smoke. "Hey Glint, instead of doing this, why don't we team up? Ethos has been left relatively unscathed in this war, and Rumis has the crystal mountain. If we take that place, the benefits will be endless. Even after the war ends, we'll still have made a profit."
