“I only know what I saw with my own eyes,” the guard answered. “The witch is powerful.”

For a long moment, the Emperor stood still, his face betraying nothing. But watching him, the Chancellor knew the man’s mind was busy. There was no denying it. The Rourans were back, with a new leader. A leader who, like his father, wanted nothing more than to destroy the Empire. And this time, the Rouran had the help of a powerful witch. The Chancellor didn’t need a priestess to tell him what these signs meant. They meant chaos. They meant war. They meant an end to the peace the Emperor had worked so hard to achieve. 本章未完，请点击下一页继续阅读！ 第7页/共10页