"There are no outsiders here. Why stand on ceremony?"
On the surface, Lu Qian was talking about how Chrysanthemum Douluo and the others addressed him, but in truth, he meant the little thoughts the three had just entertained.
Faced with the temptation of becoming a god, any Titled Douluo would be tempted, no matter how close their relationship was.
So Lu Qian had no intention of pursuing the matter. It was only human nature.
Moreover, Lu Qian was also making his position clear: he could let what had just happened stay in the past, and Chrysanthemum Douluo and the other two need not blame themselves.
"Your Highness, why don't you go and rest first?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo intended to ease the current awkwardness.
"All right."
Lu Qian agreed at first, but then remembered the trouble at the Divine Realm's boundary and shook his head.
"How about this? Leave fifty people to clean up here. Everyone else will come with us to the next city."
"So soon?"
"Speed is everything in war. We can't let that bastard Han Xi keep putting obstacles in our way."
Lu Qian's expression was somewhat grave.
He had always felt that Han Xi would not be easy to deal with.
"At least three or four hundred Soul Masters died in this secret Han Family base. Even if the Han Family is one of the Seven Great Clans, they couldn't have gathered this many Soul Masters in such a short time, could they?"
"We'll finish this quickly. This time, we need to accelerate the war between the Two Great Empires."
"Because of what that fellow said?"
"Exactly. I'm a little worried. It's always best to mend the roof before the rain."
"Yes, Your Highness."
"Bai Zhan!"
"Here!"
"Go find Spirit Hall's people at the Heaven Dou Empire's frontline