"Finally, we've entered the wilderness."
"My damned brother, he's probably still dreaming his little dream of being a local tyrant."
As Murong Su uttered these words, the long scar that stretched across half of his face twitched.
At his side stood ten Heavy Armored Knights, each with a solemn expression.
"There are no revered gods to protect us in the wilderness; it's teeming with demons and ghosts. My Lord, you mustn't be careless. If your brother has allied with these creatures, it could be quite problematic for us," cautioned Chen Yan, the strategist at his side.
As someone who had emerged from Black Rain City with Murong Su, Chen Yan was well aware of his capabilities, but he still couldn't help but lose his composure when Murong Xuan was involved.
The wilderness was, by definition, land beyond any god's gaze.
"Don't worry. Years ago, before I left Black Rain City, it had already ceased to be a wilderness. A revered god had been born there."
