"The King's directive..."
The noontime sun cast its rays straight down from the temple's zenith, illuminating the imposing idol of the Chief Divine without leaving any shadow. Hearing the sharp question from the Black Wolf Legion Commander, the royal envoy Yao Lin felt a sudden pang in his heart. He struggled to maintain his calm demeanor, while his thoughts surged like tidal waves, his gaze flickering.
"Envoy Yao Lin, what precisely is the King's decree?"
Black Wolf's eyes became piercing. He coldly asked again, placing his right hand silently on the bronze sword at his waist.
"The wise His Highness is stationed in Tree Snake City; any correspondence with the capital would take only several days... Should anyone dare forge the King's decree, regardless of their identity, His Highness will surely not spare them lightly!"
The cold intent sent shivers down the royal nobles' envoy Yao Lin, causing his eyelids to twitch.
