Wei Lan cautiously took a sip of the honey wine, feeling a slight stirring of energy within his blood, and remarkably, his fighting energy seemed to have increased somewhat.
"Good wine..." he blurted out.
This gift relaxed the atmosphere at the banquet, and the two ate and drank without discussing serious matters.
But Wei Lan was still uneasy, pondering Horn's intentions.
It wasn't until halfway through the banquet that Horn set down his wine glass and spoke slowly.
His tone was gentle, without any official airs or the least bit of concealment: "Baron Wei Lan, the Red Tide Territory hopes to exchange lands with you."
As soon as these words fell, the smile on Wei Lan's face momentarily froze imperceptibly.
On the surface, he quickly regained his composure and even poured himself a glass of wine, but inside he was already in turmoil.
So, they had their eyes on this barren land beneath his feet.
