At the heavily protected central hub, Yu Huan had remained silent. He had entrusted the peace negotiations entirely to Gu Chuan because he knew that if he intervened, he would inevitably quarrel with the people of Three Realms Island, and the situation would turn ugly.
He was a patient man; otherwise, he would not have invited Gu Chuan here at such a time. Yet after hearing Lu Ye's words, he still could not hold back. Gritting his teeth, he shouted, "Wishful thinking!"
Jiang Jiao and he were Baiyue Island's only two remaining Moon Jade Realm cultivators. If they died, the thousand-plus Star Constellation cultivators of Baiyue Island would become a scattered rabble. And Lu Ye actually wanted them to withdraw the central hub's defenses. If they truly did that, would they not be placing their necks beneath another's butcher's blade, leaving their lives and deaths to the enemy's whim?
The defenses around the central hub were the very foundation they relied on to survive.
Amid his fury, Yu Huan felt a bleak sorrow in his heart.
How had things come to this? Two months ago, Baiyue Island had still stood at its peak. Aside from Jiang Jiao and himself, there had also been Junior Brother Wang, Chu Zhu, Liu Yu, Junior Sister Meng, Su Yuming...
Yet two months ago, Junior Brother Wang had been slain by this very Lu Ye. Chu Zhu had been killed at some unknown time. In today's battle, Liu Yu, Junior Sister Meng, and Su Yuming had fallen one after another...
Five Moon Jade Realm cultivators had died miserably, eight hundred Star Constellation cultivators had perished, and eight hundred years of glory had been lost in a single day.
At this moment, Yu Huan regretted beyond measure involving himself in Three Realms Island's affairs. If they