The son of a God Emperor had personally arrived. How many people could withstand such pressure?
From atop the gleaming golden chariot, the many examinees stared at Fan Lang, waiting for his response.
Fan Lang replied neither humbly nor arrogantly, "I am deeply honored that Your Highness has deigned to come here. A sovereign's command cannot be defied, and the same goes for an imperial prince's order. If Your Highness issues an edict in the name of an imperial prince, then naturally I can only obey. But if you are negotiating with me as an examinee, then forgive me, but I cannot comply. It is not that I mean to oppose you. It is simply that our group has its own plan, and we intend to act according to it."
"Oh?" Guang YaoHui raised an eyebrow. "What plan could be so important that you would refuse to ally with us for it? I am quite interested."
"I intend to lead my people in attacking an important location under the criminal leader Fei Tian's control. If we capture it, it will be like driving a sword into Fei Tian's heart. It will cost him his life."
"In that case, I am even more interested. If such a place truly exists, I would be willing to lead people there and attack it."
"If Your Highness is willing to personally lead the campaign, that could not be better. As long as you agree to follow my arrangements and act according to my plan, I will reveal every detail."
Fan Lang spoke calmly, as though he were discussing something insignificant, but to everyone else, it sounded entirely different.
Expressions shifted and faces changed. The envoy who had previously delivered the message looked especially stunned.
Fan Lang had actually publicly declared that the illustrious Seventh