The Pillar of the Federation?

"Yes, my lord. This subordinate was presumptuous."

He took a step back, cupped his fists, and bowed deeply. His long hair fell down, covering his face and hiding his expression.

Bi Ji walked to Di Tian's side and reached out to pat his shoulder, but said nothing. Her eyes were filled with heartache—for Di Tian, for Gu Yuena, and for those Soul Beast races destined to decline and disappear.

Gu Yuena waved her hand, signaling Di Tian to straighten up. She leaned against the back of her chair, closed her eyes, and tapped her fingers lightly twice on the armrest, producing a dull sound. Her lips parted slightly, and her voice carried a deep weariness and confusion.

"I can no longer understand the current situation. I don't understand why Situ Xuan would refuse to form an alliance with me."

Her voice was very soft, so soft it seemed she was talking to herself, but Di Tian and Bi Ji heard every word clearly. Her brows furrowed slightly, and a trace of bewilderment, confusion, and unwillingness flashed through her eyes.

Di Tian snorted coldly and straightened up, a cold gleam flashing in his eyes. His fists clenched tight, his knuckles cracking as veins bulged. His voice was low and icy, carrying hatred carved into the bone.

"That Situ Xuan doesn't know what's good for him. When my lord's great undertaking is complete, I will take his head myself!"

Gu Yuena rolled her eyes at Di Tian. "You'd need to have the ability first!"

Di Tian wanted to argue, but after thinking about it, he could only swallow back the words at the tip of his tongue in resentment.

He had seen Situ Xuan's strength with his own eyes. That almost godlike power, that momentum that crushed everything, that despairing pressure—none of