Second War Zone, inside a large tent.
Bang!
A loud bang resounded as a young man clad in white shattered the long table inside the tent with a single palm strike.
"What does Jiang Chen mean by this?"
The young man spoke, his face full of anger.
"Can't you see?"
A youth with an indifferent expression glanced at the young man in white and said calmly, "Fan Ming, you know why the people from Canglan Continent have had a hundred years of rest. Using it as an excuse to let Canglan Continent's legion independently defend the First War Zone was already enough, yet you secretly made such an agreement with Si Wencheng, and now, the retribution has come."
Fan Ming's complexion changed, and a hint of resentment flashed in his eyes, while the others remained silent, their gazes flickering, lost in thought.
