"Solan City will always be the territory of the Solan Family no matter how the situation changes or collapses. That will never change."
The Grand Duke of Frostwolf in Solan City stared at the magic letter. He was like a statue. He remained static for a long time.
He slowly closed the letter, folded it, and put it in his arms.
He did all this and let out a long sigh. He turned to look at the colorful angel oil painting on the wall. His gaze became profound.
Some doubtful words broke the quiet atmosphere.
"Master, that Grace Mainland Overlord… Will it succeed?"
The one who spoke was a middle-aged man in his fifties who stood in an inconspicuous corner. His eyes were bright, and killing intent filled his brows.
It had four arms. That was the most riveting.
The Grand Duke did not speak. The other party hesitated for a moment before he continued.
"After all, he is the Desert God. He is a terrifying existence who once held power!
