The meeting room in the Furnace Fortress was deathly silent, its atmosphere as oppressive as the gloomy sky outside.
Mu Lei sat at the head of the conference table. The generals of the five great legions sat in the room, along with the Emperors Purple Wing, Yu Lei, and Wind Forest. Silad sat just below Mu Lei, his expression equally grave.
"What's done is done. Let's hear your thoughts!"
Holding a pipe, Mu Lei slowly packed it with tobacco. His movements were unhurried, his gaze fixed on what his hands were doing.
Asna, commander of the Blazing Sword Legion, slammed the table. His scarred brow rose like a blade as he thundered, "What's there to discuss? We go to war! We now have five great legions, over a hundred thousand mechs, and fifteen Super Starships. How hard could it be to flatten the Red Rock Continent and wipe out their Tianli Sect?"
Fret, commander of the Mad Wolf Legion, said in a booming voice:
"I agree with Asna. We should attack now, before their alliance takes shape. Settling this in one stroke is our best option. Once their alliance is established, it will put us at a severe disadvantage!"
Mandero of the Black Wind Legion, Mo Ye Naji of the Crimson Calamity Legion, and Gelei of the Rock Shield Legion said nothing. Their gazes were grave, and neither man's vehemence drew much of a reaction from them.
Mu Lei finally finished packing his pipe and lit his lighter. As he puffed to get the tobacco burning, the rich scent of tobacco mingled with orchids and fruit wine immediately spread through the meeting room.
The red glow in his pipe flickered, and thick smoke billowed out, shrouding his face.
The hall was frighteningly quiet. Everyone watched Mu Lei, watching the face