"Without ruthlessness, one can hardly be considered a real man. How pitiful, my poor brother," mused the Yan Mo to himself. "Perhaps, it is our Yan Tribe's destiny to rise upon your corpse. A glorious death is far preferable to dying unnoticed, isn't it?"
...
Atop the castle on Yingzhou Island!
The head of the Hai Family personally received a message delivered by a flying pigeon, which contained only one line of encrypted text.
"The grand army of the Yan Mo is marching southward, the decisive battle is about to erupt!"
His wife, Mrs. Bai Ye, leaned in and said, "Husband, shall we not send troops."
Hai Gang closed his eyes and replied, "How can we possibly send troops? Neither Suo Lun nor I have delivered the signed alliance pact to the Dragon Temple. We both know very well that the alliance no longer counts."
Mrs. Bai Ye said, "If lips are gone, the teeth will be cold. Even though Suo Lun killed our daughter, if Suo Lun truly falls, we will be next."
