The lights of the cathedral hall blazed brightly, a stark contrast to the endless snowy night outside.
In the warm candlelight, Su Lin lavishly entertained his guests, including the Cloud Knights scouting parties from the Xianzhou Yaoqing who had been scattered across the sanctuary.
The advantage of being long-lived was that even when a natural disaster lasted centuries, you could grit your teeth and live through it.
Come to think of it, a Xianzhou native's lifespan before being struck by mara was something like seven to nine hundred years.
"Mr. Shouzhou, why are your colleagues looking at me with such hostility?" Su Lin asked, puzzled.
Shouzhou: "..."
They had arrived in the morning, and the allied army had been formed that afternoon.
Recalling Su Lin's declaration of war, the fact that these Cloud Knights had not thrown themselves into battle was already a generous concession to the Divine Descendants.
Of course, there was another, more obvious reason: they could not win.
The Wing-Makers, the Calamity Vanguard, and the Cloud Knights—three factions that would beat each other's brains out on sight—had gathered together. They even sat at the same dinner table, with a feast of food and wine spread before them.
The Antimatter Legion had no need to eat. The Wing-Makers and Cloud Knights stared at each other, the murderous intent in their eyes growing thicker by the moment.
In this bizarre atmosphere, only those three were in any mood to enjoy themselves.
Elaina rubbed her eyes, dry from staring into space for too long, and asked, "You're not actually going to start a war, are you?"
"Let me deliver the lines next time!" Kaguya said, her dark eyes gleaming with intoxicated excitement. "With a four-stringed instrument, I shall silence the hymns of Harmony; I shall bestow pain upon Pleasure and