Wu Heng stood at the door, the just-risen sunlight casting a slender shadow.
His gaze swept over the heavily guarded military camp ahead.
The dwarf wiped the sweat from his forehead, his Adam's apple moving as he spoke cautiously, "Sir, we are doing our utmost to coordinate this matter; we absolutely don't want to delay your use of the Heart of Molten Fire."
Lowering his voice, he continued, "Lord Leander has already sent an urgent message, requesting the leader to personally handle this matter."
"When can your leader respond?" Wu Heng withdrew his gaze and continued asking.
The dwarf anxiously rubbed his fingers, "The fastest... it would still take ten days."
"Ten days again?" Wu Heng's lips curled into a cold smile, mocking, "First it's ten days to seal off the mountain, now it takes another ten days to send a message. It seems you've planned this out, to scheme against me!"
While speaking, there were also some changes within the military camp.
