Facing the High Priest, Song Yuanhao stood with hands behind his back, his bearing astonishing, as if a powerhouse like the High Priest stood before him as an equal.
"Why should I hide from Zheng Xuan and the Son of Heaven's final test any longer?"
"Now is the time to reveal myself!"
"The time is ripe, and the great momentum is taking shape!"
The High Priest gave Song Yuanhao a deep look. "The last captain's spot is yours."
"You'd best not play any tricks, or else my Barbarian Race will show no mercy!"
Song Yuanhao threw his head back and laughed at these words.
"Rest assured, High Priest. With our meager strength, how could we contend with the Barbarian Race?"
"All we seek is revenge!"
The High Priest's expression softened ever so slightly, a faint nod, then his figure leapt aloft.
A playful grin gradually crept over Song Yuanhao's face, his lips curling, a glint of mockery flashing in his eyes.
"Barbarian Race?"
