"Bru, you prepare your people for battle. Our two benefactors can leave whenever they wish, no hindrance. If help is needed, do not hesitate to ask!" The elder chief said, then closed his eyes.
Everyone bowed respectfully and exited the room.
Jian Wushuang and Wu Li followed behind.
They also walked out of the house together.
Just as they all turned away, the elder chief opened a slit of his eyes, staring at the backs of Jian Wushuang and Wu Li, murmuring to himself, "Is my lifespan truly bound to the fate of the Polunga Clan?"
The elder chief recalled a lesson left to him by the Dragon God in the past.
The fate of the Polunga Clan didn't lie in the strength of future generations; it entirely rested upon him alone.
He couldn't hold on much longer, originally estimating another 10,000 years of life.
But this crisis had caused a drastic reduction.
Less than a hundred years remained.