Upon hearing this, a trace of solemnity flashed across Ethan Smith's face.
The people of Halcroen Sect have crossed the border? The ten half-step Martial Marquises?
"Ethan Smith, where are you right now? Commander Wood and I discussed, we plan to let you hide in the battle zone first," William Richardson said solemnly.
"At the same time, we will send people to catch the people of Halcroen Sect."
It's not a bad idea, but Ethan Smith couldn't agree to it.
He didn't have much time left for him. Once he hides, who knows how long it would take.
So, no matter what, Ethan Smith had to step into the half-step Martial Marquis Realm as soon as possible.
"William Richardson, thank you for your kindness," Ethan Smith took a deep breath.
"But I can't enter the battle zone now."
William Richardson on the other end was a little puzzled, "Why?"
Ethan Smith said solemnly, "In a little over a month, it'll be Emily Taylor and Dexter Blair's wedding day. I can't afford to waste any time."
