"No rush." Kakulkan's gaze swept back and forth over the painting. "They're still on Dawn Island."
Up to now, the Dawn Federation still hadn't fully unified; it only controlled a bit more than one-third of the territory.
The Blood Race army had set out from the Nao'an River, then gone overland in a detour to get here.
Charging straight at the Dawn Federation—when they hadn't even signed a treaty—would easily cause misunderstandings and trigger a chain reaction.
"Still on Dawn Island?! Isn't it..." Daduoshi's tone grew anxious.
It wasn't that Daduoshi was merely impatient—like he wanted the word "urgent" tattooed on his forehead—he really was in a hurry.
Watching Daduoshi with sweat streaming down his face, wanting to say something yet stopping several times before he could speak, Kakulkan couldn't help letting out a soft snort.
As a Blood Servant, he had always been lower than everyone else.
