"Do it."
"What?" Cui Yun asked.
"You heard me."
"You think I'm bluffing? I'm not. You said it yourself: if the holy land is to perish at an ally's hand, then the world will perish with us."
Wu Hong remained calm. "I have the power to back these words, but you don't."
Cui Yun looked at these calm eyes, and all she saw was bountiful power and confidence: no hesitation, no doubts, and no fear — only an eternal calmness as clear as the surface of a river.
"Do it."
"Holy Lord, this —"
Cui Yun controlled her emotions. With a cold expression, she said, "Send the order, and tell everybody to prepare for a life-and-death struggle."
"As you wish."
