Facing Feng Jun's request, the Centaur answered solemnly, "I'm afraid that will be difficult."
"Cultivators and wizards will come into conflict over many important resources."
"That isn't hard to resolve!" the human face spoke up. "Just designate separate territories and trade fairly."
Since others wanted to sacrifice the Moor Continent where he was, they could not blame him for siding with outsiders.
"How is that possible?" A palm jumped out. "At most, cultivators can be allowed free passage. How could territories be divided?"
Well, thanks to the human face stirring things up, the wizard faction began arguing among themselves first.
In truth, the human face had already prepared himself to die in battle. But since he could disgust others now, he no longer wanted to die.
In short, because Heavenly Zither's reinforcements arrived in time, the great war between wizards and cultivators ultimately did not break out.
What came next was the wizards' complete withdrawal from the Moor Continent, and that was not something that could be resolved in a day or two.
The human face asked True Monarch Mayfly for ten years—if possible, he hoped to move away even the wizard towers.
But how could True Monarch Mayfly agree to that? He gave them only one year.
He stated very clearly that after one year, he would inspect the entire continent. If any wizards remained, they would be killed without mercy!
That was right. Heavenly Zither's cultivators were skilled at preserving the natural environment, but they valued cultivators' safety even more.
While True Monarch Mayfly was busy with those matters, Feng Jun led his people into the interstitial space for the second time.
Mayfly naturally wanted to follow them in for a look, but... his skin simply was not thick enough.
They had already pointed out that he might