Barren North City.
Zhenbei King Manor.
A certain grand hall.
Xiao Zhentian's face was livid with rage. If Wen Haishan had not been present, he would have smashed the golden table beside him to pieces with a single palm strike.
Earlier, he had received word that Xiao Chen had declared spiritual energy would soon revive, and the long-slumbering Ancient Prodigies would awaken one after another, bringing chaos upon heaven and earth.
At least two-thirds of Great Xia were cursing him, saying he was spouting nonsense and unsettling the hearts of the people.
Great Xia was already in troubled times. The Sick Demon stood before them, the Blue Moon Clan behind them, while the Black Dragon Clan watched like tigers eyeing their prey. The situation was precarious as a stack of eggs.
It was precisely when morale was at its lowest.
For Xiao Chen to utter such absurd words at a time like this was simply rubbing salt into the Human Race's wounds. His intentions deserved condemnation.
Had he not fought for the Human Race time and again and earned such immense merit, some of Great Xia's higher-ups might even have believed that he had betrayed the Human Race, become a spy for the foreign races, and deliberately spread rumors to shatter the Human Race's military spirit.
"Chen'er did go a little too far this time! But he is still only a child. He must have been careless for a moment and led astray by those around him! Zhentian, find a chance to persuade him. If this continues, the repercussions will be enormous! I went out earlier to choose some skirts, and so many people were looking at me strangely and pointing at me!"
Within the grand hall, Wen Haishan sat high above, while Xiao Zhentian and Wen Wanrong sat below