"Have the Merfolk Race thought it through?"
An old scholar spoke calmly.
The Seventh Prince of the Merfolk's expression was grim, and he did not answer directly.
"I will report this matter to my Imperial Father. He will make the decision."
This old scholar before him was none other than the Mr. Yuan those Xuan Yang officials had been pursuing, and here he was, right inside the Water Court.
Mr. Yuan scoffed. "I'm afraid the Jue Emperor is not far from his tribulation, is he?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the side hall grew even heavier.
The Seventh Prince of the Merfolk narrowed his slender eyes.
It was true. The Xuanjiang Aquatic Race was facing its greatest crisis in a thousand years.
The pillar of the Water Court, the Jue Emperor, was about to face a once-in-a-millennium heavenly tribulation. If he passed, his lifespan would increase by another thousand years; if he failed, he would be reduced to nothing but ash.
