"Pathetic Foxians. For thousands of years, we were the ones who let you live, the ones who gave you civilization," Hoolay said, looking at Jiaoqiu. "Yet in the end, you chose to betray us for the freedom the Xianzhou natives promised you.
"But that's all right. Once you catch the scent of your masters-the Borisin-you'll always come obediently back to our side... no matter how far you flee."
"Flee?" Jiaoqiu narrowed his eyes, seemingly mocking Hoolay's pitiful pride. "I'm not the one trying to flee right now.
"The days when the Borisin reigned supreme are long gone. Before they gave you hope of going home, did they tell you these pathetic facts, Lord Hoolay?
"Now General Tianji of the Yaoqing... a Foxian, has crushed them into scattered fragments, leaving them trembling in the corners of the galaxy. Like a wounded beast on the verge of drowning, they're desperately reaching for any imaginary lifeline they can find. Namely, you."
"The Yaoqing's general... a Foxian? How interesting." Hoolay turned to Modu. "Modu, is everything he said true?"
"...He isn't lying," Modu said after a moment's hesitation. "She was a War Slave who fled a Hunt Pack, cannon fodder, a thief! She stole our power and used her knowledge of the Borisin to employ every despicable trick in war-"
"She defeated you," Hoolay said. "Modu, unfairness is an excuse for the dead and the defeated. Since the Hunt Packs have fallen apart, who told you I was still alive? Who sent you here?"
"In our darkest hour, Mangs, the prophet of the Lord of Longevity, showed us the way. With her guidance, we gradually began to see hope."
"The prophet Mangs... what does she want?" Hoolay asked.
"The prophet delivered a prophecy: the Borisin have been divided for too long. Only your return