Yinglong had long been entrusted with everyone's hopes.
Faced with this heavy burden, Yinglong could only nod with difficulty, indicating that she would certainly work hard.
"Go make the preparations."
Wen Ming's tone was gentle. "Get in touch with the surviving Dragon Masters and be ready for war at any moment."
"Gun stealing the Breathing Soil is a dead end."
"He slapped Chong Hua in the face and overturned the policy he introduced. How could he let that go?"
"Gun... is certain to die."
"However, after the soil-stealing plan succeeds, ending it with a tragic conclusion will be enough to awaken the bloodlust hidden in many people's hearts."
"When the time comes, I shall use the pretext of inheriting his unfinished cause to launch a grand expedition. I will make contact with these Fire Seeds while removing the nails the Heavenly Court has driven into the Eastern Yi."
This was a grand undertaking, and it was destined to be an extraordinarily arduous struggle.
The Xia Hou Clan would fight across the ten directions, smash apart countless armies, and exterminate every demon and monster!
"Although... can we really do this?" Yinglong asked uneasily. "Even if Chong Hua is constrained by his public identity and swept along by popular opinion, preventing him from openly acting..."
"But... with the vast forces and resources he controls behind the scenes, can we really break through them?"
Yinglong was somewhat lacking in confidence.
And rightly so.
They were not facing any ordinary opponent, but an entire Bird Master organization, along with part of the Heavenly Court's forces!
Just the Xia Hou Clan...
"What? You don't believe in me?" Wen Ming asked with a helpless laugh.
"No, no..." Yinglong hurriedly waved her hands. "I'm worried about the problem of exposing you."
"You pushing aside every enemy and