"Wolf Marquis Lin Bai!"
Chu Emperor's gaze shifted, landing on Lin Bai without the slightest hesitation.
The martial artists present, who had come to observe the ceremony, all smiled and nodded. The moment they heard that Chu Emperor intended to wager against the Holy Son of the Undying Holy Sect, they understood that Chu Emperor would send Lin Bai into the fray!
It was not just them who understood. Lin Bai himself knew that this trip was unavoidable.
If the Undying Holy Sect and the other sects and lineages had not provoked them, Lin Bai could have continued pretending and avoided taking part in the hunt.
But as the Holy Son of the Undying Holy Sect grew increasingly brazen, even beginning to look down on the martial artists of Chu, he knew that with Chu Emperor's temperament, Chu Emperor would never let the Holy Son of the Undying Holy Sect off so easily.
Although the other party was a junior, Chu Emperor could not rely on his profound cultivation or his identity as Chu Emperor to deal with a junior. But that did not mean no one in Chu could deal with him.
For example, Lin Bai!
Chu Emperor knew perfectly well that Lin Bai was pretending to be ill. He also understood that this Imperial Autumn Hunt involved many forces; even Liang Wang had personally come with his two daughters. Since Lin Bai did not want to participate, Chu Emperor had not forced him.
But the situation was different now. This concerned the national prestige of Chu and the dignity of all Chu's martial artists.
Lin Bai drew a deep breath, rose from his seat, and bowed to Chu Emperor. "Your Majesty."
Chu Emperor wore a smile and asked kindly, "Have your injuries improved?"
"Ah." Lin Bai sighed inwardly.