Wang Li, wearing the mysterious White Eagle Mask, stepped forward, his gaze unwavering as it fixed upon the captured Song delegation. Patriarch Song Weiguang, his arrogance momentarily subdued, squirmed under the masked figure's scrutiny.
"Patriarch Song," Wang Li's voice, a low rumble muffled by the mask, echoed through the tense silence, "if you wish to see another sunrise, a certain course of action must be taken."
A flicker of hope ignited in Song Weiguang's eyes. "What do you demand, Eagle Masked Expert?" he rasped, his voice humbled.
