Yang Wudi's tone was full of satisfaction. During these years in the Sun-Moon Empire, the Breaking Clan had finally cast off its wandering, unstable days. Not only could its members cultivate in peace, they could also study Soul Tool technology. Their lives had long since changed beyond recognition.
Shen Lian changed the subject, his expression turning solemn as he said to Yang Wudi:
"Clan Head Yang, I came this time to discuss something important."
"Young Master Shen, please speak."
Seeing his serious expression, Yang Wudi also wiped the smile from his face.
"The Sun-Moon Empire is about to begin preparing for war."
Shen Lian's voice was not loud, yet it carried immense weight as he said to Yang Wudi:
"In a few years at most, we will lead our armies into the Douluo Continent. I promised you back then that when we unified the Douluo Continent, I would let the Breaking Clan take part and personally avenge yourselves upon the Clear Sky Sect and Spirit Hall. Now, it is time for you to make preparations."
"What?!"
Yang Wudi's eyes widened abruptly. His breathing instantly quickened, and his hands clenched unconsciously until his knuckles turned white.
He had repeated the word revenge in his heart countless times. Even in his dreams, he had wanted to personally settle those old grudges.
Yang Wudi stepped forward, staring intently at Shen Lian before asking:
"Young Master Shen, is what you said true? Can we... can we really return and take our revenge?"
"Of course it is true."
Shen Lian nodded and continued:
"My grandfather has already issued an imperial decree. The entire nation has entered a state of war readiness. Provisions and Soul Tools are being prepared at full speed. Once the time is right, we will set out."
Yang Wudi's chest heaved violently,