The air grew tumultuous and uncertain.
The two Martial Masters narrowed their eyes at Rui.
Yet he didn't so much as budge or twitch.
Of course, he felt shivers crawling up his skin.
He felt chills going down his spine.
But he maintained an impeccably calm demeanor despite the pressure that they exerted on him.
Naturally, Prince Raijun stared at him in disbelief.
His eyes sharpened. "Did you just misspeak? Or did I mishear you? Maybe I should get my ears checked."
Rui simply stared at him impassively. He had conveyed his demand, and he knew how outrageous it was.
It was, frankly, an absurd demand.
How could he possibly demand Prince Raijun to stop fighting against Prince Ranea and Prince Raul for the throne?
"Senior Quarrier," The prince's demeanor grew intense.
A single question escaped his mouth.
"Do you understand the gravity of the demand that you have made?"
