"There are three cities in the Jia Ma Empire along the Tagor Desert, serving as the empire's border. Each city is guarded by a high-ranking Dou Wang to prevent invasions by the Snake-People Tribe. To the Snake-People Tribe, the Jia Ma Empire is far more suitable for survival than the Tagor Desert. This is also the most crucial reason why the relationship between the two sides is so poor."
Hai Bo Dong looked at the yellow-earth city in the distance and spoke slowly.
Yao Yan lowered his head to study the map in his hand. Upon hearing this, he softly said, "A struggle for survival, and a struggle between races—their relationship truly is difficult to reconcile. Unless one side produces an absolute powerhouse, perhaps the situation can be changed... But if that happens, only one force will ultimately remain!"
Changing the subject, he looked up at Hai Bo Dong and asked curiously, "If the Snake-People Tribe and the Jia Ma Empire went to war one day, would you take part?"
"I do not like meaningless slaughter. The conflict between the Snake-People Tribe and the Jia Ma Empire has nothing to do with me."
Hai Bo Dong shook his head and replied indifferently.
Yao Yan had not forgotten Hai Bo Dong's other identity. Aside from being one of the Jia Ma Empire's ten strongest experts, he was also a mercenary who walked in the shadows. Just like this time, when he had come to the Tagor Desert to capture Cai Die—so long as the price was right, he would accept the job.
He asked curiously, "What if the Jia Ma Empire offered a very high price?"
"I would have in the past. Not now."
Hai Bo Dong gave Yao Yan a deep look, his meaning clear.
Yao Yan did not continue