Inside the small world.
On a mountain.
Beside a bonfire.
Little White Tiger and Old Ninth gathered with White Garment.
Everyone looked grave.
Ancestral Dragon's warning lingered in their minds, refusing to fade.
Looking thoughtful, Old Ninth took pieces of wood from the bonfire and set them before himself.
"What are you doing?"
Little White Tiger asked curiously.
"Counting our enemies." Killing intent flickered in Old Ninth's eyes. "The forces that would attack us if White Garment weren't around."
"No need to count." White Garment swept the wood in front of Old Ninth back into the fire. "If the Dragon Kingdom had no one at Nine Awakenings, the whole world would seize the chance to take a share."
"Do you know why the territories of the Dragon Kingdom's six military regions overlap?" White Garment asked with a cold laugh.
Everyone shook their heads.
"Because in the Dragon Kingdom's eyes, a world war has always meant one versus the entire world."
"If resources allowed, Old Man Guan would even set up ten military regions."
"A year has already passed in the real world. The Guan Family can still hold on."
"But if this drags on any longer, I'm afraid... someone will move against the Guan Family."
At that thought, Little White Tiger kicked the bonfire apart in frustration.
He roared at Yue, "Isn't there any other way to get out early?"
"If we wait three years, they'll have fucking beaten each other to a pulp out there."
Had they known the Dragon Kingdom's current situation, they would probably have exploded long ago.
"If Wa's descendants all die out, you can go cry over your Blood Moon." Old Ninth cursed sarcastically, "This is all your fucking fault. If I could beat you, I'd have fucking kicked your ass already."
"Ahem."
Yue selectively