"Luo Tian! We've done as you asked. Now let the Seventh Prince go!"
The bald Elder Xie and about six or seven others stood together, thirty meters away.
"Release the Seventh Prince! If you flee now, you might still have a chance to live."
The servant guard's eyes flickered.
At this moment, the members of the Pro-Emperor Faction were on high alert, secretly gathering their strength.
The moment Luo Tian released the Seventh Prince, they would strike like lightning.
Luo Tian ignored them, his mocking gaze fixed on the Seventh Prince.
"Your Highness, do you remember who saved your life in the Royal Secret Garden?"
One of Luo Tian's hands slowly toyed with the hilt of the Red Lotus Sword.
"Urgh... Luo Tian, I was wrong! I owe you my life. I shouldn't have been so ungrateful."
The Seventh Prince's face was a mask of desperation.
"Spare me, and I guarantee you'll be able to leave safely."
"Fine! I'll give you one last chance."
