Wa Keluo straightened his robe's collar and a cryptic smile flickered across his lips, a glint flashed in his eyes, and when he raised his head, he exuded the dignified aura of a gentleman.
Fan Ji'ao sat down with a cold face and snorted heavily, "I've decided, we're going to attack the Sunset Kingdom."
Wa Keluo laughed, "That is the hero of our grassland tribes."
Fan Ji'ao reveled in the word 'hero,' his expression arrogant as he scornfully glanced at the three people beside him, removed the wine pouch from his waist, and took several fierce swigs.
Wa Keluo turned to the other two, "What have you decided? Will you join us to feast on the spoils or continue to guard this grassless prairie, keeping watch over your herds not even numbering a thousand?"
Shi Kedan and Anuli exchanged glances, each searching for answers in the other's eyes. Alas, other than their own reflections, they found no emotion and, disappointed, turned away.
