Wu Heng stood before the door, the newly risen sun casting a long, slender shadow.
His gaze swept across the heavily guarded Military Camp before him.
The dwarf wiped the sweat from his forehead, his Adam's apple bobbing as he carefully said, "My lord, we're doing everything we can to coordinate this matter. We have no intention of delaying your use of the Molten Heart."
Lowering his voice, he continued, "Lord Liander has already sent an urgent letter, requesting that the chief handle this matter personally."
"When will your chief reply?" Wu Heng withdrew his gaze and continued asking.
The dwarf uneasily rubbed his fingers together. "At the earliest... ten days."
"Another ten days?" A cold smile curled across Wu Heng's lips as he said mockingly, "First, you seal the mountain for ten days. Now, sending a letter takes another ten days. Looks like you've planned this together to squeeze me, huh?"
As he spoke, changes also occurred within the Military Camp.
More guards had been deployed near the entrance, while the dwarves atop the walls could vaguely be seen holding heavy crossbows and bows.
The dwarf glanced toward the Military Camp, then edged a few steps closer. "My lord! Our Bruno branch has always kept its word. We promised you fifteen days of access, and we will never go back on it..."
"And then?"
The dwarf swallowed. "Commander Flari is from Chief Dwalin's Direct Lineage. Even if he has some intentions of his own, it absolutely has nothing to do with us."
Speaking face-to-face, Wu Heng could tell that the dwarf before him was not lying.
Or rather, in his mind, the two sides had not colluded.
There were two heroes among the Dwarf Race. Bruno, the Seeker chief who had promised Wu Heng access to the Molten Heart,