“Are you Brother Lu?”
Zhang Dian, dressed in the robe of the Jinding Mountain Sect, with finely arched eyebrows and long eyes, stepped forward and cupped his hands with a smile.
“If it were only the Dragon Clan attacking, there’d be no need to trouble all of you. Our Jinding Sect alone opening the Dragon-Slaying Divine Skill would be enough. But this battle concerns the survival of the human race and a great plan spanning ten thousand years. Not to mention just you and me, even the elders of each sect might personally take up arms. Brother Lu, don’t be anxious for now. When the battle begins, there will be a glorious moment!”
“Ah?!” Lu Cong was both surprised and curious.
He turned to Lu Guangmu and asked, “Sir, what is this?”
Lu Guangmu nodded and replied, “What Zhang Dian says is correct! This battle is not just about Xuzhou, nor the Donghai clan. It is a war of the human world against the otherworldly, a matter of life and death!” As he spoke, he casually splashed some tea from his cup onto the table, and the scattered drops transformed into a map of the Nine Provinces.