Just as everyone was feeling regretful, a phone suddenly rang. A text message had come in.
Old Wang looked down. The moment he saw its contents, his pupils abruptly contracted, bloodshot veins spreading across his eyes.
"Y-you... Check your phones!"
"What's with the fuss?"
The people around him looked at him teasingly and took out their phones. But when they saw the message on their screens, their pupils shrank as well, their faces like they had seen a ghost.
At that moment, everyone's phone had received the same message.
The message read:
Seal Burial is dead. The Tai City Throne belongs to whoever is capable enough to claim it.
Below it was a group chat link.
With trembling hands, they instinctively joined the group chat. The member count was constantly rising, jumping from dozens to hundreds in the blink of an eye, and still climbing.
It seemed everyone had joined after seeing that message.
The group chat had already exploded.
"Did you all get the message too?"
"I got it too. Who the hell did this? This joke has gone way too far."
"What if it isn't a joke?"
The person who said that had voiced everyone else's thoughts.
Yeah, what if it wasn't a joke? Wasn't that tiny sliver of hope exactly why they had joined?
"I don't know how whoever sent this got our numbers, but they sent such an obviously fabricated message. They're practically encouraging us to go to Tai City and seize the Throne."
"The Throne descended from the heavens. It belongs to the capable in the first place. Why can't we seize it?"
As soon as Old Wang joined, he saw the group arguing. Some wanted to seize the Throne, while others questioned whether the message was real. Yet not a single person said they