Ah Dai's blood heated in his chest, his voice gripped by emotion: "Prophet, why... why would you do this?"
Pu Lin gave a slight smile and said, "Ah Dai, I've lived long enough. If I can contribute to the peace of the continent, it would be a dream come true for me. My decision has been made, tomorrow, I will lead two hundred Tilu fighters from the Pu Yan clan to confront the fire sprites. Yan Shi, Yan Li, as the prophet of the clan, I order you not to partake in tomorrow's battle."
The Yan Shi brothers were taken aback: "Prophet, that's not right, we want to participate!"
Pu Lin's eyes flashed frostily, becoming slightly angry. "If you still see me as your prophet, then stop arguing. Otherwise, you will be criminals of the Pu Yan clan."
Having always been gentle, Pu Lin's sudden anger left the Yan Shi brothers flustered. The two glanced at each other, unable to find words for a moment.
