Good people are hard to be!
Cao Yi deeply felt what it meant to be a good person was hard. Asking Ye Feng to give up the Martial Alliance was like asking him to abandon his own child. How could he bear it?
"Beyond the scope of ability, 'the weak are prey to the strong' indeed."
"Who would have thought that I, the Northern Border King of such a mighty Northern Border, am seen as nothing more than a slightly bigger marionette in the eyes of others. Is this the will of the Utility Pavilion or the decision of the Fengyun Pavilion council?"
Ye Feng's face regained composure.
The Utility Pavilion and the Fengyun Pavilion, the former could be said to be the birthplace of the twelve Guardian Sect Leaders, while the latter represented the will of Xuanyuan Nation. Any resolution made within the Fengyun Pavilion would have a profound impact on Xuanyuan Nation.
"It's the intention of the Utility Pavilion and the decision of the council as well."
Cao Yi said solemnly.
"Understood."
