Imperial Heir?
I'm fucking fake.
Why the fuck would you want me to shout anything?
Chu Tianlong's expression shifted endlessly, but in the end, he did not let out a single fart.
He had completely admitted defeat now. Only one thought remained in his heart: survive by any means possible.
As for whether you people lived or died, what the fuck did that have to do with me, Chu Tianlong?
What was going on?
Seeing that Chu Tianlong had not responded for so long, everyone present could not help but grow suspicious.
By all rights, Chu Tianlong should not have remained unmoved after suffering such humiliation.
Especially since Mu Chongtian and the others had come precisely because of his status as the Imperial Heir.
So long as one was not an idiot, one should have known to stand tall at this moment and uphold the name of the Imperial Heir.
"Miss, the Imperial Heir isn't reacting?" Lou Lan Lü'er could not help asking Lou Lan Shengxue.
Lou Lan Shengxue let out a soft sigh. "His status is special, so he has hardships he cannot speak of."
Chen Wen possessed the Fate Tribulation destiny, something few even in the Upper Realm knew about, much less in the Ancient Yuan Realm.
Thus, in her eyes, Chu Tianlong's behavior was understandable.
"What does that mean?" Lou Lan Lü'er asked.
Lou Lan Shengxue did not explain. "Don't worry. He won't die."
"All right." Knowing that her miss did not wish to explain, Lou Lan Lü'er did not press further.
In contrast, Mu Chongtian and the others looked increasingly grim.
"We implore the Imperial Heir to take action and slay the invaders."
Before long, Mu Chongtian and the others cried out in unison once more.
As time trickled away, Chu Tianlong still gave no response.