After hearing Silver Condor's report, the Khan, who smiled and said nothing, gestured for the wing guard to help him up. Then he paced about slowly in the spacious and comfortable bedchamber with his gaze sweeping across the pretty slaves' faces.
"Go and get the Dragon King. Let me see if I can persuade this unconvinced madman."
Silver Condor would have been surprised if the words had come from someone else, but towards the Khan, he could only unconditionally obey. He bowed and retreated without making a judgment or wondering how would the Dragon King react to the strange scene.
Gu Shenwei habitually reached for his saber but touched nothing with his right hand, instantly remembering that he had left his weapon in the Dragon Army's camp. He nodded to greet the Khan without kneeling down.