Within the Xing Clan's deliberation hall, the faces of the Xing Clan members were tinged with panic, acting with extreme caution.
On the platform, Xiao Chen stood with his back to the crowd, silent for a long time, without uttering a word.
After a prolonged standstill, someone couldn't bear it any longer and cautiously stepped forward to ask, "Your Highness, Emperor's Son, you..."
"Granting you time was for you to assess the situation!" Xiao Chen suddenly spoke, interrupting the person, "You can decide for yourselves, whether to be my enemy or fulfill my demands!"
"Surely you jest, Emperor's Son, how could we dare to be your enemy?" the person replied.
"He Hai held no low status among your Xing Clan, and he died at my hand. Do you not hold any dissatisfaction?" Xiao Chen said indifferently.
