"Lord Black Sword, we have been surrounded."
The room was cloaked in an atmosphere of unease and tension.
Loyal confidants stood at the door like steadfast guardians.
Black Sword lay in pain on the bed, looking increasingly frail, "How could he turn against me... it doesn't make sense, there's no reason..."
Beside him, several confidants who were ordinary Tenth Layer strongmen cursed their impotence, saying:
"That Emperor is ambitious, he believes we are a threat to the Supreme Tenth Layer, seeking to eradicate our ordinary Tenth Layer lineage..."
They had long advised caution, to guard against the other side.
But Lord Black Sword simply did not believe, marrying the opposition.
For them, it was merely a political play, how could they possibly be sincere?
"No, that's impossible..."
Black Sword became more and more frail, murmuring:
"Our two camps benefit mutually, working together can better dive, his action against us will dishearten all ordinary Tenth Layers..."
