E Qirui let out a cold snort, striding forward.
"Messenger, please don't take offense, his nature has always been like this." Wen Sha cupped his hands, "Ever since he came down from the battlefield, he has become even more taciturn, exuding an aura of hostility towards everyone he meets."
"No harm done, no harm done." The messenger wiped the sweat from his forehead, nearly thinking he had offended the other party, "The Southern Frontier war is not going well, Lord Bone Fiend is deeply concerned about the Southern Frontier, with a suppressed energy in his chest that cannot find release, I naturally understand. How could I blame him, I am only moved by Lord Bone Fiend's deep affection for the Southern Frontier and his hatred for Dashun. Lord Wen Sha, please."
"Please!"
On the cliff, Zenith slowly stepped forward.
The Insect Valley was clearly embroiled in open rivalry and covert strife, and this gathering of thousands had just begun.
"Whew, ha."
