Gary Smith questioned himself, if he were also a member of the Star Clan, could he resist this temptation without the Key of Truth?
Due to the agreement, the Star Clans can't wage open war or even annihilate each other, which would create a sense of fear for all, and the Alliance would intervene.
But if your descendants don't follow, they can't blame anyone else.
The front-aligned clans can secretly suppress, making the weaker clans even weaker, slowly eroding their legacy!
"Even ants fight for survival, let alone an established clan, their plan is massive indeed!"
Gary Smith chuckled and glanced at the golden bracelet which contained a three cubic meter space filled with piles of gold, clothes, and a box with mysterious runes.
Gary Smith didn't take it out, he directly controlled it with his thoughts, opened a tiny gap and a highly concentrated moonlight beam spread out, accompanied by an ancient and desolate coldness.
It felt as if it was a lonely moon!
