Frequent wars were to be expected.
The only question was who the opponent would be this time.
But they were certain to be powerful.
Mobilizing 60 Alien Race Lords, on top of over 300 Lords from the villages of Stream and Nanlin... their target must be an elite force from the resistance.
Zhao Chi set out at once for the meeting room in the Clan Hall.
Half the Lords were already in the meeting room, all discussing something among themselves.
And most of them looked grim.
After all, it hadn't even been a week since the last war. Even if most Lords hadn't fought to the death, they had still suffered considerable Loss.
That, combined with the daily Magical Beast quotas, meant they probably hadn't recovered yet.
The happiest person in the entire meeting room was probably Su Qin, who had just walked in.
Although she kept her lips pressed together, a smile lingered on her face.
