Qin Heavenly Court!
Jiuzhou Realm!
Prison Guard!
A crow silently left.
In the pitch-black hall, Jia Xu sat at the head seat, his expression changing as he read the intelligence report in his hand.
"What are the myriad clans of the heavens planning?"
"Are they intending to start a race war?"
Jia Xu rubbed his temples, feeling uneasy.
Just now, Hei Jiu risked being discovered to send back an important piece of intelligence: the hidden legions of the myriad clans of the heavens in the Middle World have started to move frequently.
This army has existed since the early days of the 'Ember Era', always lurking in the shadows, never discovered by foreign tribes.
What is the reason for this mobilization?
With a mind full of doubts, Jia Xu left the Prison Guard to the Prime Minister's residence to discuss the matter.
An hour later.
The remaining high-level officials gathered in one place.
After hearing Jia Xu's report, everyone's expression was somewhat grave.
