In a spacious hall, in the center of the hall, there is a five-meter-long table.
On both sides of the long table, chairs engraved with mysterious patterns are neatly arranged, appearing ancient and solemn.
And in the very front of the hall, a flag is standing.
Although this flag is not fully unfurled, we can vaguely discern that it belongs to the He Clan, symbolizing their nation.
Suddenly:
With a "clang~"
The dark hall was suddenly greeted by a beam of moonlight, as a tall figure pushed open the tightly closed door and strode in.
The heavy armor clanged with Yue'Er's metallic clashes, and the battle boots resounded rhythmically on the smooth ground, stepping towards the flag.
A long, slender hand grasped the hilt of a sword covered in Phosphorus Armor, slowly drawing it from its sheath:
"Clang~"
Immediately, a flash of cold light passed, and Lin Yi expressionlessly returned the sword to its sheath.
