"You're saying word came from the Seventh Prince's Manor?"
"All three of this Crown Prince's trusted generals died in battle, and Seventh Royal Uncle was so frightened by an unknown Tribulation-Crossing Pseudo-Immortal Powerhouse who appeared out of nowhere that he could only flee?"
"And Tianyan Sect, which this Crown Prince ordered them to find a pretext to destroy, still stands?"
Ao Bing frowned at the figure kneeling and trembling below his seat.
The figure dared not hesitate. "Your Highness, I don't know the details. The Seventh Prince's Manor said little."
"They only said that the Seventh Prince and your three generals were lying in wait outside Tianyan Sect when a young Tribulation-Crossing Pseudo-Immortal Powerhouse appeared out of nowhere and ambushed them."
"That unknown powerhouse killed all three of your generals in an instant."
"The Seventh Prince saw the danger and fled early, barely escaping with his life."
"Otherwise, the Southern Sea Dragon Palace might have been one prince short from this day forward."
The messenger delivered the report with such feeling that it sounded as though he had witnessed the whole affair himself.
"So he 'saw the danger.' So the Southern Sea Dragon Palace would have been 'one prince short.'"
Ao Bing laughed in fury after hearing the report.
After murmuring those words, he closed his eyes again, seemingly lost in thought.
Time passed slowly amid the awkward silence in the hall.
The Demon Generals kneeling below had no idea what the Crown Prince was thinking, and none dared speak out of turn.
Only after roughly half an incense stick had burned did Ao Bing finally move.
He opened his eyes and stared into the distance, his gaze devoid of warmth, as though he had reached a difficult decision.
The next moment, Ao Bing's lips curved into a smile cold