Three words, weighing a thousand pounds.
Slowly, with immense difficulty, he faced Su Yaoyao and slightly bowed his proud head—something he had never done for anyone before.
"I swear in the name of Lan Yi Jialuo, King of the Wing Race, to accept all your conditions. I ask you… as an ally, to accompany me to the Wing Clan and save my people." The last few words were practically squeezed from the depths of his throat, carrying an imperceptible tremor and… a plea.
In that moment, he was not a conqueror, but a king forced to compromise for the future of his people—a king who, in that compromise, saw a true glimmer of hope.
Watching him bow his head, Su Yaoyao felt no satisfaction, only the settling of a heavy responsibility. She reached out her hand in a supportive gesture. "Please rise, Wing King. Since we've reached an agreement, we are now allies. I will keep my promise and do everything in my power."
