Outside the grand hall, Lin Cong's face was full of flattery, repeatedly bowing to Xu Fan, "Your Highness the Ninth Prince, it is out of desperation... I would never dare to offend Your Highness the Ninth Prince..."
Indeed, it was true.
Yesterday, Xu Fan slapped Lin Cong across the face, and Lin Cong came to a complete realization that he was merely a small city guard. Whether in the presence of the Crown Prince or His Highness the Ninth Prince, he was akin to an ant.
The struggles between the Princes were as terrifying as battles between Emperor Level powerhouses; as a mere Venerable Level, recklessly involving himself would only lead to an unmarked grave.
Yet now, even if Lin Cong wanted to withdraw, it was absolutely impossible.
Standing at the entrance of the hall, Lin Cong could clearly hear his name being mentioned inside.
To survive, he naturally couldn't offend the Crown Prince, nor could he offend His Highness the Ninth Prince.
