"Hehe, now that the Master has returned, Your Majesty, the Emperor, why not let the Master kill Long Yi? With the Master's strength, killing Long Yi would be a piece of cake!" Toen said. Even the Crown Prince in his mouth had become His Majesty, the Emperor.
"The Master has more important things to do here!"
With someone backing him up, the Crown Prince's courage naturally swelled.
"Yes, of course!" Toen smiled in flattery. He then moved his plump body and slowly retreated. "If that's the case, then I'll take my leave. I just lost eight assassins. The headquarters of the Blood Coagulation will definitely want to settle accounts with me. I'm going back to prepare to face the punishment. Your Majesty, the Emperor, and the Master, please continue your conversation."
Big fat Toen slipped out of the Imperial Palace, finally heaving a long sigh of relief. He glanced back at the palace with contempt, shook his head, and left.
"How is it going?" Crown Prince Tilian asked the old man.