Chen Yuan thought to himself that the fourth brother had really become muddled.
Today's incident with the Japan Martial Artists was partly prompted by him, and if Chen Yuan won it would still be acceptable, but if he lost, it would cause great loss of face to the court.
Given their father emperor's temperament, how could he let him go unpunished?
He really couldn't grasp the situation, blinded by hatred.
Princess Pingyang felt the same.
However, she did not remind him again. She had already sent a letter earlier hinting at caution, and since her younger brother persisted in his solitary way, even if she advised further, it would have no effect.
The four Divine Envoys were also communicating telepathically, guessing what Chen Yuan would face in this final challenge.
But whatever it was, being the final challenge, it certainly wouldn't be simple.
In the void, Ito and his son watched Chen Yuan reach the summit, their eyes slightly squinting, pondering something.
