Gu Changsheng spoke, then stood up and slowly walked towards the side room...
Raising her hand, she lifted the curtain of the side room, revealing the scenery inside. Under the dim light, a mottled coffin was prominently placed in the center of the room!
"Evildoer, I can't wait any longer. The Northern Mongolian turmoil over the succession is merely being exploited by the Sand Sea Wolf Tribe. After the chaos, even if Borjigin Nian wishes for Northern Mongolia to quickly recover as it was, it is impossible. Even thunderous means cannot prevent Northern Mongolia from being used again by the people of Sand Sea. So, to save time going to the Far North Land, to ensure I step into the Far North without worries, I am willing to undermine Northern Mongolia's foundation and hollow out the rear!"
Reaching out, she gently caressed the coffin, feeling the cold touch. On Gu Changsheng's bright little face, there was nostalgia and nearly stubborn obsession!
