Time

Dantai Canglan knew full well that though the continent seemed calm on the surface, in truth it was the stillness before the storm.

Bibi Dong's ambition was obvious, and the aura around her made people uneasy. Though Dantai Canglan could not say where it came from, he instinctively felt that something was wrong.

That aura was somewhat similar to the fluctuations occasionally emitted from the top of Canghai Tower, but far more eerie.

He could not judge what it was. He only knew that anything capable of putting a rank ninety-two Title Douluo on alert was absolutely not simple.

War would come sooner or later. When that time came, whether Canghai City could remain aloof from the world as it did now was something no one could say for certain.

Although he had not really met Bibi Dong much, he always felt that if this Pope remained in power, war would probably begin within the next few years.

That was why he was anxious.

But he could not force the Soul Masters living here in seclusion to pick up weapons and fight.

Canghai City had been founded to provide shelter for those with nowhere left to go, and to create the feeling of a home for those weary of killing.

Every Soul Master here had stayed of their own free will. There were no contracts, no oaths. They were willing to remain here because this place made them feel at ease.

If one day they were needed to fight for this city, then that, too, could only come from their own will.

This was Canghai City's most fragile point, yet also its strongest foundation.

Dantai Canglan laughed self-mockingly. He had worried sixty years ago, and sixty years later he was still worrying. He really did not know whether that was