Just as the scene grew increasingly noisy, a burst of orderly footsteps suddenly sounded outside the laboratory.
"Sorry to interrupt your enjoyment, Your Highnesses."
A squad of royal guards in golden armor filed in.
Their captain respectfully saluted the princes. "By Elder Kong's verbal command, Consecrated Lin must now proceed to the Offering Hall for an important research meeting. Please forgive us, Your Highnesses."
The smile on Xu Tianjing's face froze for a moment before returning to normal. "Since Elder Kong has summoned him, we naturally wouldn't dare delay him."
"Consecrated Lin, research comes first. We can continue another day. Wouldn't you agree, Your Highness Crown Prince He?"
He turned sideways, finally pushing Xu He, who had remained little more than part of the backdrop, to the front.
Xu He's burly frame looked somewhat hunched at that moment, and surrounded by the princes, he seemed especially ill at ease.
He forced out a smile. "Please go ahead, Consecrated Lin. Affairs of state come first."
Huo Yuhao gave Xu He a meaningful look.
Had Tian Meng not planted a psychological suggestion in Xu He back then, he probably would never have revealed his Sun Martial Soul during the grand melee. In that case, he would likely have been killed as soon as he returned to the Sun Moon Empire.
Yet his current circumstances clearly weren't much better. He had already become a puppet pushed to the forefront by the princes.
Huo Yuhao said nothing more, merely cupping his hands and bowing to Xu He. "Thank you for your understanding, Your Highness and Your Highnesses. This student takes his leave."
Escorted by the royal guards, Huo Yuhao passed through the princes with their varied expressions and soon arrived at the Offering Hall.
When Huo Yuhao entered, before Kong Deming could say anything,