"Your Majesty..."
Hailbo lifted his tear-stained face, ignoring the severe pain in his arms as he desperately tried to wipe them away.
The young man wanted to stand up but simply couldn't rise.
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, Hailbo, I couldn't..."
"You've already done very well, Hailbo."
A pure white hand landed on Hailbo's head; he was only a thirteen-year-old child, yet Bailuo had given him such a burden and sent him here: "You are our Yadun's pride..."
Pride.
That word made Hailbo cry once again.
"Hmm?"
Atop the royal court of the Aolai Country, the King of Aolai, who had been calm up until then, finally revealed a hint of a different expression.
"Has the time finally come?"
He sat arrogantly on the throne, his eyes filled with disdain, "Then let me see, the king you've spent your lifetime finding, the man you serve with all your efforts, whether he is worthy enough to be my opponent!"
