America.
Angel Hall.
Bang—!
The doors burst open, holy light illuminating the red carpet at the entrance as several figures emerged one after another.
Fang Yi walked at the front. He was dressed casually, and with his Eastern features, he should have drawn the most scrutiny. Yet no one present dared look down on the Yang God Lord.
The Tyrant Lord and the Raging Sea Lord walked behind him side by side, like two knights.
The Angel Lord walked at the very back.
"With that, this matter is settled."
"I'll have to trouble the two of you to jointly safeguard the authority of our treaty and bring this chaos to an end."
Rogers, clad in silver-white armor, raised his eyes. Though he was speaking to all three of them, his gaze fell upon Fang Yi's face.
Of everyone present, Fang Yi was the one he feared most. During the meeting, the man before him had spoken little, but whenever he did, his words had not been negotiations—they had been instructions.
No one dared refuse the terms he demanded. No one wanted to offend this Eastern harbinger of disaster.
Fang Yi's expression remained indifferent, his tone giving away neither joy nor anger. "Naturally."
After hearing his stance, the Tyrant Lord and the Raging Sea Lord nodded as well.
During the meeting, each of the four nations taking the lead had been assigned the countries they would oversee. It was essentially a division of the cake, with every nation outside the Four Great Nations becoming subordinate to one of them.
The borders between nations had also been redrawn, and these borders came with extremely strict regulations.
When lords fought one another, once the pursued party crossed a border, the pursuer was forbidden from attacking.
If they attacked anyway, the other side's First