"Father, I believe it would be best to invite the Clear Sky Douluo as well to observe."
Dai Weisi stepped forward and respectfully suggested, "After all, back when he was still a Title Douluo, he had already joined our Star Luo Empire."
"If we exclude him from the Empire's core upper ranks merely because he has now lost an arm, suffered shattered bones, and fallen to become the Clear Sky Soul Saint, then should word get out, would that not chill the hearts of other talented people wishing to pledge themselves to the Star Luo Empire?"
Clearly, Dai Weisi's righteous-sounding words were ostensibly advice, but in truth, he was subtly signaling his stance to Gu Rong at the side.
At the end of the day, the ones with an irreconcilable blood feud against Tang Hao were Spirit Hall, the Heaven Dou Empire, and the now flourishing Tang Sect.
There was no real grudge between the Star Luo Empire and Tang Hao. Instead, they could maintain a cooperative relationship in which both sides made use of each other.
Dai Weisi was using this to demonstrate the Star Luo Empire's tolerant attitude of valuing talent.
How many years had Gu Rong lived?
How could he possibly fail to hear the hidden twists and turns in the Crown Prince's words?
Back when Ning Fengzhi was still alive, he, Bone Douluo, had specifically served as the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's black glove for handling its darker affairs.
To him, the imperial tactics and petty tricks performed by this royal father-and-son pair were still far too immature.
But in the end, survival on the Douluo Continent depended not only on strength, but also on worldly wisdom and social ties.
"Your Majesty, I believe the First Prince's words are reasonable."
With a false smile, Gu