At this moment, Lin Su reclined sideways in a lounge chair, feeling the sunset slowly retreat from his face...
Across from him sat Ji Qianling.
There was one more person—He Paiyun.
He Paiyun had been pacing in circles the whole time. Even in this small garden, his footsteps never stopped circling.
Lin Su glanced at him a few times, then could not be bothered to mind him and let him keep pacing...
Ji Qianling's gaze slid over. "The condition you announced so arrogantly and domineeringly is nearly at the point of lifting the lid. How confident are you?"
"Confident about what?" Lin Su opened his eyes.
"Will the Wing Race really send over five hundred thousand heads? Why do I find that so hard to believe?"
"I don't believe it either," Lin Su said.
Ji Qianling's eyes froze.
He Paiyun stopped pacing.
Lin Su folded his hands behind his head and greeted the afterglow of the setting sun in a more comfortable posture. Leisurely, he said, "The Wing Race is an Ancient Great Race. And from what I have seen, their pride is truly carved into their bones. Other races might compromise and act expediently, but they will not. So forget five hundred thousand heads—even five heads, they would never send them over."
"The condition you announced publicly placed enormous pressure on them, but in truth, it also placed pressure on yourself. You knew they could never submit, so why did you insist on naming it?"
Lin Su said, "Because I need the Wing Race's extermination to tell the remaining Thirty-four Races that they do have a road they can take. Even the Wing Race—I gave them a chance."
The condition he had named was not truly a condition.
He knew perfectly well that the Wing Race could never meet