"I don't believe my son would die in there. Let me, let me go find him myself! I must find my son!" Prince Yan's eyes were bloodshot as he glared at Qi Guanyu. The dark clouds rolled in the sky, thunder nurturing within, ready to unleash a wrathful storm at any moment.
The argument between the two caught the attention of others. The generals stationed at the Celestial Secret Pavilion were caught in a dilemma, unsure of how to proceed. His rank wasn't high enough to interfere in the battle between two heavyweights.
Although by protocol, he was supposed to assist the Celestial Secret Pavilion Master against Prince Yan, if he intervened, he would only be cannon fodder. Yet, not stepping in would mean neglecting his duty.
The general, who had just silenced many powerful factions, was now in a difficult situation.
Against others, he was assertive, but against Prince Yan, he was undoubtedly in a position of weakness.
