The emperor was dazed for a few moments. Confusion filled his mind. Submit to young lord Jiang Chen’s protection? Would that mean becoming a puppet of the Eternal Sacred Land?
“The Tritalent Isles really doesn’t know good from bad, eh?” Imperial Prince Huo interjected icily. “Countless factions all over the world would jump at the chance for young lord Jiang Chen’s protection. For you, this is practically a free lunch. Why do you hesitate? Do you want to die at the young lord’s hand before realizing your mistakes?”
The imperial prince wanted Tritalent to become Jiang Chen’s subordinate faction, of course. That way, they would listen to the young lord’s orders in the future.