In an instant, the atmosphere was extremely cold. Everyone looked at each other, and no one dared to say anything.
Shen Yaowei didn't stop Huo Junhan either.
However, Qi Yuan looked at her with a hint in his gaze. "Miss Shen, this isn't a small matter. His Highness is a pillar of the country. He can't take the risk easily."
"Imperial Preceptor, you're wrong. The grudge between the ghost race and the human race has been accumulated for a thousand years. Now that the battle is imminent, everyone has a responsibility. If we don't deal with the ghost race, the army will descend into the world, and the country will fall. Even as a pillar of the country, we can't reverse the situation." Shen Yaowei lowered her eyes and quietly held Huo Junhan's hand under the table.
Huo Junhan's face didn't move, but he immediately held Shen Yaowei's palm under the table.
