Late at night, Liangkun Mountain appeared exceptionally silent.
Underneath the old tree in the secluded courtyard, two men sat in front of a stone table, gently talking while enjoying cups of wine.
"Will the matters coming up be relatively simple?" asked the younger-looking man.
"Since New Moon Land refuses to abide by our Imperial Clan's decisions, even if this land is slaughtered clean, both our Imperial Clan and Divine Sect will not bother with it," Old Master Gu said as he stroked his beard.
"How could I be so cruel?" the younger man laughed.
"No, this is not cruelty. Their unwillingness to relocate brings us trouble. Do they really think they can confront the Ancient Jiao people with their pitiful strength? Ridiculous," said Old Master Gu.
The younger man raised his glass to Old Master Gu and then drank it down in one gulp.
