"Ye Zhen, things have come to this. Let's talk!"
As the words of Gai Jun, the former First Floor Master, spread, many of Myriad Stars Tower's old-timers felt their heads buzz as if they had exploded. In an instant, their eyes turned bloodshot, their chests heaved without stop, and they felt so miserable they could barely breathe.
Gai Zhishi, the Great Elder of Myriad Stars Tower, was one of those old-timers. In his memory, four hundred years ago, when Myriad Stars Tower went to war with the Dragon Alliance, three of the five old Floor Masters had been seriously wounded and one-third of their Palace Opening Realm experts had fallen—yet they had never yielded!
They had forcibly checked the Dragon Alliance's ambition to expand onto the mainland, and from then on, they had divided territory with the Dragon Alliance by the sea.
That brutal battle had directly slashed the lifespans of two old Floor Masters. Less than a hundred years after the war, they had passed away in meditation.
Yet even under those circumstances, Myriad Stars Tower had not submitted!
But now, before they had even seen a shadow of the enemy, Myriad Stars Tower had actually yielded.
"Old Ancestors!" Gai Zhishi let out a hysterical roar, his voice thick with tears.
Gai Jun looked over, his expression bleak as he waved at Gai Zhishi.
How could he not understand what Gai Zhishi was thinking? But did he have any choice now?
When they could not even touch the enemy's shadow, what choice did he have?
Ou Tuo, Yan Wudi, and Huang Tan all looked bleakly at Gai Jun, the former First Floor Master. They seemed to want to say something, but their lips moved a few times before they ultimately remained silent.
"Ye Zhen, it is true that we