After putting down the wine jar, Lord Jishan looked at Shen Can.
Shen Can remained indifferent; he let him watch more if he wanted to.
"That's why we couldn't hold on, and Xiaoyang came south."
Shen Can poked the campfire, "Born in adversity, dying in comfort; the tribes in other parts of Yongyi are too comfortable.
They're so comfortable that they've started infighting and colluding with the alien race."
Yann Wanyun kept his head down, eating fish. He truly felt powerless now; if any mishap occurred, he could easily become Xiaoyang's puppet.
"We've been at a stalemate with Xiaoyang for so long, but in my view, we've actually been led by the nose by Xiaoyang.
Whenever Muo Xiao wants to strike, he strikes, and all we can do is deal with it.
Just like Yann Race Leader, Muo Xiao planted the Three-Headed Secret Technique on him, and Muo Xiao doesn't even care about revealing it was him, just wanting to watch Yann Race Leader struggle like a trapped beast."
