WHOOSH! After Vermilion Flame returned to his residence, a ball of flame ignited before him. It was a Sound Transmission Talisman from the Tenth Prince, Yang Zhen, summoning him to the Prince's Mansion that evening.
Vermilion Flame could tell that the Tenth Prince's voice was filled with displeasure!
Vermilion Flame knew, of course, why the Tenth Prince wanted to see him. The moment Lin Ming had publicly challenged him, spies must have reported the situation to the Tenth Prince.
'Recruit Lin Ming? What a fanciful dream!'
Vermilion Flame reached out and crushed the still-burning talisman to ash. The Tenth Prince's unfinished words warped into a different sound and came to an abrupt stop.
Vermilion Flame poured himself a cup of wine and downed it in one gulp. His calm gaze turned chillingly cold.
"There's still a month. Do you all really think Lin Ming has already won?"
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