The meaning of those words was not hard to understand.
Any smart person should seize the chance to ride the dragon and phoenix's coattails, lead the people they had gathered to pledge themselves to the Seventh Imperial Prince, build a good relationship through this, and secure a bright future.
From a normal perspective, there was nothing wrong with that, but Fan Lang had never been a normal person.
Only extraordinary people could accomplish extraordinary things.
Fan Lang looked at the envoy before him and said calmly, "I appreciate the Seventh Imperial Prince's goodwill, but for the time being, I have no plans to lead anyone to join him. I have other plans."
At those words, the envoy's smile froze. He even suspected that his ears had malfunctioned. He stiffly asked, "What did you say? The Seventh Imperial Prince ordered you to bring people over, and you dare refuse?"
Language was a subtle thing. A single word could make all the difference.
The word "dare" provoked Fan Lang. He frowned slightly and gave an affirmative answer. "I dare!"
"Y-you, you, you've gone mad! That is His Highness the Seventh Imperial Prince! A Child of Destiny born to the current God Emperor, with status beyond compare! One word from him can decide the fates of countless people. Do you really think he is some ordinary examinee? Let me tell you, to His Highness the Seventh Imperial Prince, this assessment is nothing more than a game!" The envoy's expression finally broke free of its stiffness. Spittle flew as he spoke, and he was ten times more agitated than Fan Lang.
"I have no interest in discussing this subject with you. If you want to flatter the Seventh Imperial Prince, then go flatter him to his face. Do not spray your saliva in front