"We have to think of another way—find a way not to participate in the Imperial Autumn Hunt!"
Lin Bai muttered to himself, his eyes gleaming.
Suddenly.
A flash of inspiration crossed Lin Bai's eyes. He said, "What if I say I'm going into seclusion to break through my cultivation, or to heal my injuries? How does that sound?"
Qiao Mo nodded delightedly. "I think that's a good reason."
Pan Qing shook his head. "Saint Son Lin Bai just broke through to the Great Purity Dao Fruit Realm. If he says he's going into seclusion to break through his cultivation now, I doubt anyone will believe him."
Qin Yao said, "What about going into seclusion to heal your injuries? Senior Brother Lin Bai has encountered enemies several times in the imperial capital recently. He must have suffered some injuries, more or less. If he says he's healing, someone should believe him."
Pan Qing gave a bitter laugh. "The last time he went to the Golden Hall to meet Emperor Chu, Lin Bai was still as vigorous as a dragon and tiger. No matter how you look at it, he didn't seem like someone whose serious injuries had yet to heal."
Lin Bai frowned inwardly, patted his forehead, and wore an utterly helpless expression.
Given the current situation, it seemed that the imperial family was determined to make Lin Bai participate in the Imperial Autumn Hunt.
Moreover, Lin Bai had an extremely strong feeling that in this Imperial Autumn Hunt, he was the protagonist, while all the other young talents were merely supporting characters.
It was almost as if this Imperial Autumn Hunt had been specially set up for Lin Bai!
The more this was the case, the less Lin Bai wanted to participate.
He had an extremely strong feeling that this