It was like a bolt from the blue.
It's as if one day you're sitting at home, eating hotpot and singing, when suddenly your subordinate rushes in, screaming, and tells you, "It's bad! Outside the cave, a monk with a hairy face and thunderous mouth is invading!"
No, does this make sense?
Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
Because it doesn't make sense at all!
Anything in the world can lack reason, except Tian Yuan cannot—no matter how unreasonable you are with others, you must at least convince yourself.
The established dominance over Central Earth has been settled for two hundred years; everyone's accustomed to the slow, steady days.
For the Federation and Empire, the current revenue, predictable future gains, and the risks involved in starting a war have already determined—at this stage, it's impossible for the two sides to clash!
Fan Yun acting on his own?
That's even more impossible.
