Mirror Immortal Camp, snow-white three-story bamboo building
Top floor main hall, crowded with about twenty or thirty people.
The two chairs at the head of the room were empty, while most people below were discussing eagerly, occasionally glancing up at the partition behind the chairs.
"It's been four days, and the people of Great Xia don't dare to come to Redwood Ridge anymore. This northern area should be ours from now on, right?"
"Haha, just the northern area? You're being too timid. Given Great Xia's limited strength, how can they compete with us Mirror Immortals? What do you think the two leaders gathered us here for today?"
"You mean, we should continue moving south?"
"Hmph, that Xia Hong, after killing so many of us, thinks he can settle the matter by just conceding this little piece of northern territory? Dream on!"
