1216 May everyone present go to your deaths!

When Xia Fei finally left his room, the sun was setting.

Xia Fei lit a cigarette and headed to a pavilion in the courtyard. Ulan and Furball were both there. While Xia Fei had been getting in touch with everyone he could, Ulan had been making sure that no one was eavesdropping on him.

Pouring Xia Fei a cup of tea, Ulan said, "If Fuchen were here, he wouldn't let you make such a crazy decision."

Xia Fei blew out a smoke ring and chuckled. "This isn't just for Fuchen, but for ourselves. Do you think those senior brothers of yours will come?"

"They will," Ulan sternly said, "Our Plant lineage, if you count me, has five people in total, and we don't have that many commitments. Since we're going to go extinct if this keeps up anyway, we might as well put in all our effort to make our final stand. But I have to warn you, the Plant lineage has always been extremely weak in combat power, so they might not be of much help."