The sky was gloomy, and rain poured down, drenching the street.
Ying Shan and Zhu Huang led their respective subordinates as they walked in Blue Essence City. Their bodies were not tainted by any rain, and their expressions were gloomy, as if they were thinking about something.
"Patriarch, what was the result?"
The old man who was in charge of reporting to Ying Yue hesitated for a moment and transmitted his voice.
"What other result did you expect? A truce, of course."
Ying Shan said helplessly, "City Lord Shen only wants to end the war and doesn't care about the reason."
"I see."
The old man was indignant. "Are we really going to stop just like that?"
"Of course."
Ying Shan rolled his eyes. "If this continues, City Lord Shen will uproot both of our factions."
"What?"
The old man was stunned and couldn't help but shudder.