The mountain city stood tall, surrounded by copper armor. The mountain wind brushed against the brows of kings, the blazing sun shone on their faces, bringing the fierce intensity and somber mood of late summer and early autumn.
Xiulote's eyes were clear, meeting Aweit's gaze. He remained silent, feeling the fiery will and determination in the king's eyes. After a long while, he nodded heavily, knelt on one knee, and solemnly promised.
"Honored King, I obey your royal decree! I will capture White Snake Hill City and besiege Cloud Serpent Mountain City, until the divine descendants of our old enemy, the Cloud Serpent, are eradicated from the world! No matter how long it takes..."
"Good! Very good!"
Seeing Xiulote's obedient posture, Aweit nodded with satisfaction. He extended his hand, grasped Xiulote's hair, and gently rubbed his forehead.
