"I saw a great war," the uncle explained to Bailuo's bewilderment, "I mean, look, it's a metaphor."
"I know."
Bailuo couldn't help but smile wryly. Was he really that stupid? "What kind of war?"
"One that takes place in the future or, perhaps, the distant past."
At this moment, Bailuo wasn't the only one beside the uncle. His senior sister and Alaya were also there, the most judicious among all.
"A war that has not yet taken place, and you're already seeking allies?"
Bailuo wasn't sure who his uncle referred to as allies. In his mind, they should be other Kings, or at most, the Kings in the Southern Miracle Sea Region.
However, the uncle was not referring to them. The allies he spoke of were in an even more distant place.
"Even more remote?"
Bailuo asked, "Where?"
"Yizhou."
"What?"
Bailuo was puzzled, hearing this term for the first time: "Yizhou, is it a place?"
Yizhou is an extremely ancient world.
