Ji Wuyue's reaction left Cai Sanyuan somewhat bewildered.
In Cai Sanyuan's mind, Ji Wuyue should have refused as decisively as before. Yet now, after merely seeing a letter, he had agreed with a beaming smile. What was going on?
Ji Wuyue had only glanced at the letter before putting it away with great care. Cai Sanyuan had not managed to see who it was from, and naturally, he could not ask Su Xin. That would have been far too impolite.
When Su Xin brought Cai Sanyuan and the others back to Feilong City, he saw that those Northwest tribes had no intention whatsoever of giving up against the Murong clan. At last, he could no longer hold back from making his move.
The Murong clan and the tribes that had chosen to follow them were holding their ground around the Murong estate. Baili Changkong and the others called themselves an alliance, but in truth, there was no one capable of commanding the whole situation. Still, they held the advantage in numbers, and their overall strength was nearly triple that of the Murong clan.
So they simply dispensed with any need for unified command and charged forward in a swarm, determined to bury the Murong clan completely beneath sheer weight of numbers.
A trace of gravity appeared on Murong Zongzheng's face. He did not know whether something had gone wrong with the True Dragon Inner Core. The old ancestor had already begun refining it at the fastest possible speed, yet the power gained was nowhere near as great as imagined. Could it be that only by refining it completely could he obtain the core's true power?
But no matter what, he had to hold on until Murong Longqie fully refined the inner core and advanced into the True Martial Realm. Their