The smell of fresh flowers and metal permeated the air. Sun Xiaowu gaped at the entrance to Gaoyuan's camp, extremely flustered by his strange actions.

The red-robed elder standing by the entrance to the sura camp continued shouting, "Don't worry, human fighters! Our king bears you no enmity. He simply wants to have a cordial conversation."

The hunters beside Sun Xiaowu whispered, "They're surely planning something! We can't listen to them."

The sura fighters stationed by the entrance to the camp started to laugh. "Well, humans? Don't you at least have the courage to step inside? If you don't, then...