Atop the small hill directly facing the city square stood the Governor's Mansion of the Silver Feather Army. From the Governor's Mansion, one could see the densely packed heads on the city square, various flags and banners, and even faintly hear the bustling noise of the crowd.
At this moment, Qi Xiao had no time to think about hosting any sort of victory dinner. Instead, he had come to the Governor's Mansion to meet with Mei Suli, the representative of the Zhalan Civilization on the Holy Star. The Zhalan were not of the Primate Clan; they had bodies like camels but walked on two legs, with white hair on their heads and necks. Their eyes were similar to those of a snail, able to extend and retract into their heads, but especially large. Interestingly, the Zhalan had no hands; their hair itself possessed nerve endings and was extremely tough, allowing them to twist it into a rope and use it to manipulate objects.
