The Condor Country's Emperor found himself deeply immersed in despair and he had no choice but to pick the only way out given to him. Giving up half the empire to the Qi Kingdom, at least the Condor Country would still remain in existence.
With trembling hands, he drafted the Imperial Edict, every brush stroke cutting off a piece of flesh from his heart.
He had always used the strong might of the Condor Country, to wilfully intimidate and oppress the smaller countries, never once thinking that retribution might fall upon him one day, giving a good taste of his very own medicine.
When it came to a country's oppressive might, how could the Condor Country hope to compare itself with the Fire Country?
Just at the moment when the Condor Country's Emperor was about to affix his Imperial Seal upon the Imperial Edict, Jun Wu Xie suddenly said: "Wait."
The Condor Country's Emperor raised his head, his eyes ablaze with a glimmer of hope.
