"The death of the former king was meant to act as medicine, intended to cure the millennium-old corruptions of the Tartar Chao."
Jia Yi narrowed her exquisite eyes and quickly retorted: "Had he not done so at that time, all plans would have crumbled to dust, and the countless resources and machinery seized would have been left behind in the Dayan Territory."
Xu Yuan shook his head and raised his index and middle fingers:
"He left you two paths: one, to use the powerful artifacts of the Yan Dynasty to attack Dayan and seize the world."
As he spoke,
Xu Yuan turned around, bent his knees, and sat cross-legged on the bed, locking eyes with the girl whose emerald-green pupils gleamed like precious gemstones:
"Unfortunately, the first path that Nalan Ting sought from the heavens has already been squandered by you later generations. During those thirty years when you Tartar People did not invade the borders of Dayan, you must have been consumed by internal conflicts, right?"
"..."
