Negotiation

The young prince stammered while plenty of sweat rolled down from his forehead as he continuously kowtowed. "My Lord, please… please spare my life. My… emperor father is… aged. His Majesty is… waiting for me to… return home…"

The Lord did not bother him. Mu Feng walked forward with a smile. "This is such a fruitful day! We not only got a real heaven's gift disciple but also found a new prospect. Come on; let's get a test done so that you can experience the feeling of being judged by a million people."

He then threw the young prince up to the stage.

The young man peed in the pants out of fear. "I'm not... I'm really not… I was just careless with my words… My emperor father…"

"Stop talking about your emperor father." Mu Feng interrupted. "Your emperor father still has many other princes; you're not the only one who can serve him. You're going to be his biggest pride if you're a heaven's gift disciple! Oh gosh, what's the smell…?"