In the central hall of the Frost Race, the Frost God summoned all the Saint Realm elders of the Frost Race, preparing to discuss cooperation with Jiang Liu.
"Everyone, what have you decided after considering Jiang Liu's proposal that we cooperate to deal with the Nether Race?"
The Frost God sat in the foremost seat and calmly questioned the Saint Realm elders below.
Han Hao was the first to rise. "My lord, I believe we should agree."
Han Hao's proposal immediately won the approval of most of the elders present.
"However, relations between us and the Nether Race have been much calmer lately. If we rashly start a war, won't we end up bringing the flames upon ourselves?" an elder said in an even tone.
This person was Han Bai, a Saint Realm elder whose strength in the Frost Race was second only to the Frost God's.
"Elder Han Bai, don't tell me you're scared?" Han Qi asked.
"Scared? When I was fighting the Nether Race elders, you were still nursing at your mother's breast." Two bright rays shot from Han Bai's eyes as he looked at Han Qi.
As soon as he said this, the entire hall fell silent.
That was because everyone in the hall, including the Frost God, was younger than Han Bai.
He was a Saint Realm elder from the previous generation of the Frost Race, and the only one still remaining.
As such, he had lived through the Frost Race's most difficult and darkest era.
That was why he treasured the Frost Race's peaceful life today and did not want to rashly start a war.
As for the minor frictions they usually had, they were perfectly normal to the people of both races.
What they were discussing now, however, was a true war between the