Given the centaur elder's strength, he naturally knew just how terrifying a Holy Son was. Even mighty empires that looked down on all else had to lower their proud heads before the Holy Kingdom. His own nation was merely a small kingdom; before an empire, it was but a tiny chess piece, and before the Holy Kingdom, it was like an ant.
The centaur elder thought that allowing his descendant to forge a connection with a terrifying figure like Zhao Fu would be an enormous opportunity for his nation.
Even empires could not obtain such an opportunity no matter how desperately they sought it. The centaur elder naturally would not let it slip away. That was why he had been so courteous before—not only because he feared Zhao Fu's terrifying status, but because he also wished to establish this providential connection.
The centaur prince wore a face of utter disbelief. He had never expected his ancestor to make him, the most noble prince of the Centaur Kingdom, someone else's servant. He was a prince! With his arrogant nature, how could he possibly agree?
In the past, the centaur prince would have long since leaped up in furious protest. But one person beside him was his ancestor, while the other was the legendary Holy Son. He simply did not have the courage, and could only cautiously say, "Ancestor! I am the prince of the Centaur Kingdom. Isn't becoming a servant somewhat inappropriate?"
The centaur ancestor snorted coldly. "Are you becoming an ordinary person's servant? You are becoming the Holy Son's servant. This is the honor of our Centaur Kingdom. Furthermore, your father will personally come to receive the Holy Son shortly. This matter has already been decided."
The centaur prince looked miserable and did not dare say another word.
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