Time returned to its proper course.
"Father King wants me to return to the Tiangong Ship immediately?" After hearing Gus's words, Hua Zhen frowned deeply.
Gus said in a low voice, "Yes, Your Highness. He wants you... to return alone!"
"Looks like things are far more serious than I imagined." Hua Zhen narrowed his eyes. Suddenly, he felt someone tightly grip his hand. Turning his head, he saw Kesha.
"Hua Zhen, you can't go back!" Kesha stared into his eyes anxiously. "Father has only just met with disaster, and the Angel King is already ordering you to return alone. That is obviously not a good sign."
"I know that, of course. But I have a reason I must return... Mother is still aboard the Tiangong Ship! For her safety, I have to attend this feast at Hongmen!"
"Your Highness, the Left Wing King's accident came too suddenly. The Tiangong Ship's defensive systems were never successfully investigated. If you return, the Angel King will certainly keep a close eye on you. It will be very difficult to successfully get Consort Xin Yao out," Gus warned.
Hua Zhen pinched his chin and nodded. "Indeed. So we need to think this through carefully..." After pondering for a moment, he looked up at Gus. "Go. Call everyone back. I have assignments to make!"
"Yes, Your Highness!"
When everyone returned to the hall, there was one more person among them: Kent, commander of the Sixth Angel Legion. In the entire Sixth Army, aside from Hua Zhen and Kesha, he was probably the one with the greatest authority.
The lifespan shackles of Angel Civilization had been broken. Angel Warriors remained at their peak for an exceptionally long time, so even after all these years, Kent looked the same: a burly, bearded man covered in muscle,