"But..."
"...what about Quistack?" After staying silent with his head down for a long time, Fang Hong lifted his head, looking at Ye Hua in front of him with burning eyes. "The Southern Alliance's plan in Istania has reached a critical moment, you cannot intervene in this war, right?"
Ye Hua fell silent. Fang Hong, between the other's gaze, found the answer to this question.
Without much concealment, it seemed as if the other person merely placed these two choices in front of him, nothing more.
He went silent again.
Ye Hua spoke: "So, you still want to go?"
Fang Hong pressed his lips together, gently nodded.
"My friends are still there..."
"Your friends?"
"Prince Aleph is one, Princess is another, as well as Mr. Saisheer, Bishop Faris..."
