Dai Tianfeng stood there with his hands clasped behind his back, his face livid.
He looked at his son hanging in midair. There was not a trace of pity in his eyes, only deep anger and disappointment.
As a member of the imperial family, he had actually been hung up like a dog and put up for auction on the streets of an enemy nation.
It was as if the Star Luo Empire's dignity had been thrown to the ground and trampled underfoot.
"Father..."
Dai Mubai looked at Dai Tianfeng, his voice dry.
"Save me..."
He didn't want to die, much less be chopped to pieces by that Green-Scaled Eagle and fed to the birds.
The incense stick burned little by little.
Halfway.
More than halfway.
The incense stick was about to burn down to its base.
Dai Tianfeng still hadn't spoken, and none of the Star Luo Empire officials behind him dared to say a word.
Dai Mubai was utterly panicked.
He watched a small clump of ash fall and struggled violently against the wooden post.
"Father! Say something!"
"I'm your son! Do you really not care about the Star Luo Empire's dignity?"
"Make an offer! Even one copper coin will do!"
Dai Mubai roared, tears streaming helplessly down his face.
He had always believed himself a victim of the imperial family's power struggles, and that he had fled to the Tiandou Empire to save his life.
But now that death stood right before him, real and undeniable, he realized just how afraid of dying he was.
Su Chen leaned back in his chair and looked at Dai Tianfeng.
"What's the matter? In the eyes of his own father, the Star Luo Empire's prince isn't even worth one copper coin?"
Dai Tianfeng took a deep breath.
He raised his