In the vast expanse of the cosmos, a streak of black light landed on a meteorite. Looking around, apart from irregularly shaped meteorites, only dazzling stars remained. Beyond them lay a boundless belt of interstellar dust.
"Master, I have a doubt. Why set an agreement for a thousand years?" 'Cataclysm's voice echoed through the starry sky.
Luo Hou, hands clasped behind his back, calmly said, "A thousand years from now, if the Qin Dynasty's Saint's Court can grow strong enough to withstand this Ancestor's attack, it will be qualified to conspire with me!"
'Cataclysm' was somewhat stunned. Weren't they mortal enemies with the Qin Dynasty's Saint's Court? How could they possibly plot together?
Immediately, 'Cataclysm' voiced his concerns.
Luo Hou said indifferently, "For a nation, interests are paramount. As long as the benefits are great enough, any enmity can be overturned!"
