In places unknown to most, war has already begun.
Scouts clash, armored warriors roar, blood and flesh pile into mountains, rivers of crimson flow, and the collision of military formations erupts as if overturning heaven and earth, countless vibrant lives withering into oblivion within moments.
But at the origin of this war,
the center of power in Dayan,
the tense atmosphere among the three elders dissipates swiftly.
Only because the Prime Minister held back.
Xu Yinhè, though laying bare the war quietly fermenting beneath the surface, refrained from revealing the name of the one who rashly initiated the troops.
Perhaps it was patience, perhaps compromise.
But either way, it showed that the Prime Minister still wished to avoid tearing things apart for now, preferring to negotiate amidst battle and limit the war to Xize State, aligning with everyone's short-term expectations.
