In the Azland of the Southern Wilderness, the king, Hou Ye, of course, had received the request for military aid two days prior, yet he remained inactive!
This was already the third time they received a plea for help via a flying message.
"Father Emperor, are we really going to keep dragging this out?"
"Why shouldn't we?" The king, well into his sixties, smiled brilliantly. "Our Azland was established late, and although the territory we occupy is easy to defend but difficult to attack, it's also extremely tough to expand from. Since the foundation of our nation, we've been confined to the Great West Plate, never once advancing an inch of our borders. What do you think is the reason?"
