She said, "According to the Federation's precedents, each city within the province can make their own decision through voting in times of guard sacrifices and crisis situations. All the signatures are here."
While speaking, she flipped a flimsy page toward him, "If the format isn't right, then let Xu Chaoxian write another one for you!"
The envoy caught it hurriedly, shaking hands, meticulously inspecting it.
Looking at those signatures already inscribed, he felt darkness overcome his vision, and when he saw the final signatures and stamp, he couldn't help but spit up a mouthful of old blood.
"This...is this not stable enough..."
"Is it?"
Lv Yingyue looked back, puzzled.
Beneath her feet, she stepped on a head that had been severed not too long ago; the mud-caked face still bore a faint trace of a young girl's appearance, devoid of the deceiving, reality-twisting allure.
