The dim tent, with flickering lights.
Nalan Xuance sat motionless like an old monk.
In just a few breaths.
He reviewed nearly a century of his life in a flash, and a wave of weariness arose in his heart.
He raised his head.
The mass of Black Evil sat patiently across from him.
"The siege of Ningzhou City is almost complete."
"Over in Wu State, the Fan Yin Temple has also run dry."
He spoke gently, his voice deep and hoarse, yet carrying an irresistible magic power: "The glorious grand endeavor is only one step away... Are you willing to stop here?"
"..."
Nalan Xuance remained silent.
He looked at this mass of Black Evil.
Everyone in the world has a Heart Demon.
This... is probably his own Heart Demon.
