It seemed just as he had said, asking for help, forming an alliance through marriage, and paying some price to receive the support of the Sunset Kingdom was not out of the question.
After all, once the Oasis was destroyed, there would be nothing left.
"Elder..."
Many warriors showed a look of hesitation, turning their eyes toward the figure who stood at the very front, resisting the Tien-mu Meat Mountain.
He was an old man with white hair and beard, leaning on a scepter entwined with spiral shells. His hand gripped the scepter tightly, veins bulging like green worms, and on his face etched with the vicissitudes of life, anger could no longer be suppressed.
The others did not understand, but how could he, who had experienced the era of the Court of the Silent Night and knew many secrets, not understand?!
