Hearing Chu Tinghan's words, Lin Bai's expression darkened, and sorrow filled his heart.
This was far from the first time he had heard such words. He had heard them from many martial artists before... The Chu Empire would not let Lin Bai leave the Chu Empire, and the Demonic Realm would not let Lin Bai leave the Demonic Realm.
If Lin Bai insisted on leaving, then the only way he could possibly leave would be as a corpse.
The reason they gave was also very simple... No one was willing to let a peerless prodigy with boundless potential leave, only to become their greatest future threat.
As more and more voices like this reached him, Lin Bai's heart began to waver. He even started to believe that the Chu Empire truly would not let him go.
Lin Bai had once tried putting himself in another's place. If he stood in the Chu Emperor's position, if he were the Chu Emperor, would he let himself leave?
The answer he received left Lin Bai feeling somewhat desperate.
But even so, Lin Bai still retained a sliver of faith in the Chu Empire—or more precisely, he still had some faith in His Highness Prince Chen!
Lin Bai still believed that after ascending the throne, His Highness Prince Chen would fulfill his promise.
Because that was the condition His Highness Prince Chen had promised Lin Bai before.
Of course, Lin Bai would not place all his hopes on His Highness Prince Chen. What if things really were as the other martial artists had said... Once His Highness Prince Chen sat upon the dragon throne, he became a different person?
Although Lin Bai had faith in His Highness Prince Chen, that chair was the most valuable seat in the entire Demonic Realm. It truly contained