Once again, Duan Mingyuan was entrusted with high hopes.
Amirror's words contained a tremendous amount of information. The Witch Council and the Void Demons had spent over a hundred years infiltrating the upper echelons of both corporations and the Shanqi Commerce Association. They manipulated human desires to turn those at the pinnacle of wealth and power into their puppets, all for the purpose of igniting a war that would sweep across the entire universe.
This couldn't help but make Duan Mingyuan feel ashamed.
Compared to the wizards with such lofty aspirations, who had endured humiliation for a century to carry out their revenge plan, his own goals were far too shortsighted.
A few months ago, his goal was simply to help the Royal Hunting Court train a few hunters with high-level titles.
But now, Amirror hoped he would stop this war.
"This will make you a traitor to the Witch Council,"
he reminded Amirror.