Zhaye's tone was subdued, suppressing some emotion:
"Has that Marquis Wucheng of Dayan... indeed gone to the Extreme Black Lands?"
"He must have," replied the Barbarian Strange King, his voice calm. "Otherwise, the Dayan army wouldn't have sent high-ranking experts at great cost to block the two mountain ranges to stop us from escaping northward."
A tremor passed through Zhaye's heart, his uniquely deep and sonorous voice of the barbarians quivering slightly:
"King, the Extreme Black Lands is home to a million women and children of the Holy Race..."
"Zhaye, calm down."
The Barbarian Strange King's azure eyes were serene, his tone soothing with a hint of reassurance: "The Extreme Black Lands are vast and boundless; finding our Holy City wouldn't be easy. Moreover, the supply train Marquis Wucheng is carrying should not be enough to allow him a prolonged stay in the Extreme Black Lands."
