"Your Majesty," I said, bowing respectfully before the king, "There is one humble request we wish to make of you – protection from the Nascent Soul cultivators."
The king's brows furrowed in surprise. "Nascent Soul cultivators?" he repeated, his expression revealing astonishment.
I nodded solemnly. "Indeed, Your Majesty. In the course of our recent endeavors, we may have incurred the ire of a few powerful individuals."
The king's laughter rumbled through the room as he placed his hands on his voluminous belly. "Fear not, my dear friends. After witnessing the miraculous recovery of my beloved daughter, extending protection to you from these Nascent Soul cultivators is the very least I can offer."
His assurance filled us with gratitude, and we exchanged relieved glances. The king's support was invaluable, and we knew that under his patronage, we would have a shield against any looming threats.
