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"Since he's still in the Howling Moon Mountain Range, mobilize all forces to find him and launch a besieging kill."
The speaker was a Nine-headed Lion, its body golden-yellow, with all nine heads speaking simultaneously.
Hoo Xia nodded in assent.
"The pursuit of Qingcang is but a trifle, the real importance lies in the event a year later."
"I trust you have all learned something from within the clan."
"Your Highness, my knowledge is limited; I only know that the powerful ones in our clan instructed me to practice relentlessly, hinting that a brutal war might erupt in the near future."
The Nine-headed Lion, no longer lounging lazily on the cushion, straightened up.
Qing Cheng and Kung Fan, sitting on one side, turned their attention toward the speaker, although they were born in the Royal Clan and knew a thing or two.
But they could never know more than Hoo Xia did.
"A great war."
