After Chu Yang finished speaking, the gathered ministers lowered their heads even further. None of them dared look up, nor did they dare move a muscle.
They stood there like telephone poles.
"Since none of you, my dear ministers, wish to speak, then I shall."
"Bring them in."
As soon as Chu Yang spoke, the clanking of iron chains rang out. Outside the great hall, young men wrapped from head to toe in chains were escorted inside by golden-armored soldiers.
In the end, the youths were all shoved into the center of the hall. Behind them, an old man holding a whisk bowed to Chu Yang with a smile, then vanished from sight.
"The First Prince?"
"The Second Prince?"
"The Fifth Prince?"
"Eighth Prince, hadn't you already fled to Myriad Sword Mountain?"
The ministers were utterly shocked at the sight of these youths. They were all princes—princes who had once stood high above everyone else, now being escorted into the hall like prisoners.
One minister stared at a young man, his face filled with disbelief.
After his defeat, the Eighth Prince had fled the fastest. In the blink of an eye, he had taken all his possessions and run to Myriad Sword Mountain.
Myriad Sword Mountain was a top-tier power, second only to the eight nations. Logically speaking, with the protection of such a force, even if the Golden Crow Empire went there to demand someone, it should have been fraught with difficulty, right?
The facts proved that he had overthought it. A top-tier power, no matter how powerful, was still merely a top-tier power.
Compared with the eight nations, the gap was not just a little.
The moment Golden Crow Pass's experts stepped into Myriad Sword Mountain, the Eighth Prince had already been tied up by Myriad Sword Mountain's