Hill was stunned, his smile frozen in disbelief as reality crashed down around him. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on him, and he turned to Rohan, his voice trembling with indignation. "King Rohan, what do you mean by that? Are you really going to oppose the Mystic Vessel Sect for this brat?" Hill's words dripped with venom, each syllable laced with a desperate attempt to regain control. "You must understand the consequences of opposing us. If you do, no one will be willing to make pills for Supreme Beast Citadel. There might even be third parties joining forces to usurp your reign!" His voice rose, echoing through the courtyard, an attempt to rally fear against Rohan's decision.
