Just as the third collision was about to happen, another series of cracks rang out from the city walls.
The cultivators in the streets cried out in misery.
"Stop fighting! Stop fighting! Keep this up and there won't be any walls left!"
"The last repairs cost the Fire Domain thirty million Spirit Stones! How much will it cost this time?"
"Someone ask the Domain Lord to intervene! Only the Domain Lord can keep them in line!"
Just when everyone thought there was no telling how long this fight would go on.
A voice drifted over from the center of the city.
It was neither loud nor hurried, and even carried an indescribable gentleness.
Yet the voice seemed to possess some special penetrating power, passing through the raging winds, the shock waves, and the clamor filling the streets to reach every ear with perfect clarity.
"Aunt Zi Yan, please show mercy."
"The eastern stretch of wall was only repaired last month. Elder Qiu from the Works Department just reported the expenses to me, and he looked more miserable than if he'd swallowed bitter herbs."
"If you tear it down again, I'm afraid Elder Qiu will come crying at my door."
The voice was very calm.
As though he were chatting with a neighbor.
Yet those unhurried words made both figures in the air stop just as they were preparing for their third clash.
Zi Yan withdrew her fist, already brimming with power, and turned to glance toward the voice.
The enormous crimson-gold dragon also halted his charge, narrowing his huge eyes slightly as he looked toward the voice with a measure of wariness.
A figure flew unhurriedly over from above the tallest tower in the center of Flame City.
He was not particularly fast.
One might even call him slow.
Yet