Golden Gallon Port Governor's Office.
One man sat boldly in his chair, while another paced anxiously back and forth through the office.
Two cups of tea sat on the low table. One was still warm, while the other had gone cold, untouched.
Seeing Yodu stroking his chin in thought without giving an answer, Laxi could not help cursing.
"...Can you stop pacing around? You might not be dizzy, but just watching you makes me dizzy."
Yodu glanced at him, then out the window, letting out a heavy sigh and shaking his head.
Seeing that he wanted to speak but would not, Laxi's brow twitched hard.
"Say what you have to say."
Yodu finally spoke.
"Does the general know why Mr. Fang Chang transferred you from the front lines to the rear?"
Laxi picked up his teacup and blew on it, answering blandly.
"I know."
Yodu's brow jumped sharply, but he suppressed his temper and continued.
"Then why are you so impatient?"
"Impatient? Heh. The Empire kills my countrymen and slaughters my kin, and you ask why I'm impatient?" Laxi raised his brows, though his eyes narrowed into slits as two sharp gazes shot toward him. "Every day I waste here, God knows how many families are destroyed!"
"I will never forget what happened at Lowell Camp, and that was just a speck of dust! A blade of grass on these four million square kilometers of land! I'm telling you, I wish I could fly to Heaven Capital right now, chop up that old emperor and his whole family, and tear down all thousand pillars of that Thousand Pillar City!"
Yodu wanted to say something, but Laxi cut him off.
"You're a Serpent Tribe man. Some of those who died on Ten Peaks Mountain and the Wei Prefecture Wasteland must have