"Things don't look very optimistic for this country," Orange commented. "There are continuous mountain ranges to the north and west, a broad bay to the south, and hostile demihuman nations to the east. Couldn't it be wiped out at any moment?"
"The Dragon Kingdom has likely endured until now with help from the Slane Theocracy to the west," Gabriel said. "Or rather, these human nations were all countries that split off from the Slane Theocracy in the past."
Yang Guozhong stood there dumbfounded, not knowing how to react. His mouth hung open for a long while. What was this supposed to be? That worked too? No instruments at all—just hands and a mouth? Could that really work?
Ye Ci froze, unsure how to respond. Huang Lei was right. He should have known, because he too was involved in the scheme—indeed, he was the most crucial person in it and the one who deserved to know most. It was only because Mo Di understood him too well, and Master understood him too well, that they had not revealed the plan.
"Senior, may I ask what concerns you?" Gu Zi was not someone who spoke without reason. Since he had brought it up, there had to be something behind it.
As he scrolled through Weibo, news about Sunny filled the screen. He casually opened one item, and it was the latest report.
He lowered his head and gently inhaled at the nape of her neck. That faint fragrance belonged only to her, a uniquely sweet scent that not even the perfume on her clothes could conceal.
Ban Ziyi had no idea how pale her face was. The moment she heard that her torture was not over yet, she could not help but wail inwardly.
Back then, when Yang Ming had followed the