Retreat and lower your head.
"Honored Human Kings, the White Ape is dead, and my purpose has been achieved. Although this matter belongs to the internal affairs of the Water Race, it occurred suddenly, and I did not have time to prepare and notify. I traveled to the Great Capital without adequate courtesy, and I hope for your forgiveness. The compensation of thirty portions of Creation Great Medicine, as agreed before, will still be honored without fail!"
The Flood Dragon acted with full decorum.
It could perceive that both the north and south were unstable and already embroiled in war, placing enormous pressure on Dashun. Continuing the standoff would not be beneficial.
The Martial Saints exchanged glances.
Prince Su held the Emperor Jiang Sword, his brows tightly furrowed.
He did not wish to let go easily; how would this be perceived by the world?
However...
He cast a glance at the Emperor Jiang Sword.
