"This is troublesome. Offending the Imperial Clan, I'm afraid that once we return, Li Tailong will spread the word and have their royal family members target us at the Tianjian Conference."
Ling Xue seemed somewhat worried.
"Do you think if we compromise and give in, they will show mercy?"
Ling Chen shook his head, finding Ling Xue's thoughts too weak and naive.
Being kind invites bullying; appearing too weak will only make the opponent go further and take advantage.
At this moment, Ling Chen's heart suddenly stirred, and he slightly raised his gaze, as if with a certain intuition, looking toward the distant pavilion's top. Immediately, four figures with extraordinary presence appeared within his view, and the smile on his face slowly froze.
"It's actually these four."
Beside him, Ling Xue exclaimed in surprise.
