"Lord Tian's words are most apt. The battle back then was devastating for all three nations. Today, Penglai and Xianju Country enjoy peace and stability, while our three nations are in turmoil, which will inevitably invite unwanted covetousness," the Emperor of Great Zhou could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.
What a good cop, bad cop routine. What exactly is the intent of these two fellows from Hou Qin?
Yun Sheng silently observed from the shadows, not missing the schadenfreude on Xuan Wuji's gloomy face.
"Does the Emperor of Great Zhou and the Dark Crown Prince remember how the peace treaty was signed after years of constant battles among the three nations eight years ago?" Tian Quezi provocatively asked, glancing at Yun Bahe.
Eight years ago, amidst the chaos of war among the three nations, the decisive battle that followed was not between the armies of the three nations, but between the Martial Saint Yun Bahe of Great Zhou and the Martial Saint Tian Quezi of Post Qin.
