"Elders, I will not die now."
Ji Gui gave a bitter smile. "I will wait until Earth becomes our Moon Clan's Zhu Lang pen, with the Milky Way as our backyard."
"On the day the Moon Clan's ten-thousand-year plan is realized, I will use my head to atone for the 46,337 people who died in Chang'an City today."
"I remember every single one of their names!"
"..."
The eyes of the Supreme Elders from the Eight Great Crescent Moon Clans turned red. They had not expected the Crown Prince to possess such ambition and magnanimity.
Indeed.
There was no such thing as an ever-victorious general in this world.
Even the now-invincible Moon King had suffered defeats in his youth. How could they expect the Crown Prince to be flawless?
Inspired by Ji Gui's tragic determination, they bowed once more.
"We are willing to be the blades in the Crown Prince's hands, ready to lay down our lives for the eternal plan of the Moon Clan!"
