"Waiting? Wait until the three conflicts erupt even more? Wait until the power of the Divine King is seriously dispersed? That's when we'll have our chance..."
The night was deep, and Luwei Clan Chief Xintle sat cross-legged inside the tent, silently bowing his head. He resembled an old wooden sculpture in thought, remaining silent in the shadows for a long time before slowly raising his head.
"Izel, are you sure that after conquering the Mixteco Cloud, the Divine King will continue the Southern Expedition? Are you sure the conflicts between the Great Nobility, the Asar Lineage, the High Priesthood, and the Divine King and Prophet will grow more intense?"
"Chief Divine bears witness! I'm certain!"
Mountain Clan Chief Izel nodded solemnly, his expression serious.
