The Martial Unity

The next day, Rui abstained from training, instead preparing himself for another audience with a member of the Royal Family. He had grown used to them by now, so he wasn't perturbed to any extent.

There wasn't really much to think about; he simply sky-walked over to the Royal Palace of the Mantian Region.

By the time he arrived, there were maids already ready at the front gate, bowing to him as he appeared.

"Welcome, Senior Quarrier, please allow us to guide you to His Highness."

Funnily enough, the journey of walking through the absurdly elaborate palace was more tiring to Rui than traveling across the Mantian Region. Just beholding the sheer extravagance and the lavishness that the Royal Family splurged on was something that he didn't care to be bothered with.

Eventually, they arrived at a large, exorbitant chamber in the Royal Palace; the doors opened immediately, revealing the seated visage of the Martial Prince along with three Martial Masters standing behind him and an array of maids and butlers across the entire chamber.

"Your Highness," Rui bowed.

"I have already informed you to abstain from observing such protocols, Senior Quarrier," The Martial Prince chided him with a gracious tone. "Have a seat. We have much to discuss."

Rui followed suit, taking a seat opposite to the Martial Prince, who simply stared at him.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of this meeting, Your Highness?" Rui asked.

Martial Prince rebuked

three months since our last meeting. I was beginning to wonder if you had forgotten me, having ignored me

that the Martial Masters did not

Raijun narrowed his eyes. "However, the sheer magnitude of the proposal that you made to me was such that even three months is rather swift a timeline. The decision I

heavy, yet he didn't

have consulted my entire faction extensively over the past three months. There are powerful and influential people who have invested

stared at him silently. He had nothing to say

tone grew officious and ceremonious.

this was the outcome of

become clear to him that he had no other way of going about

that he was willing to tolerate. As long as he leveraged his new status as a Martial Squire to rope in people who were previously skeptical of drive as a Martial Artist, he was confident that

that he would be bringing upon himself by leaving Prince

other; this was especially true among the seven prime candidates for the throne. Any candidate that gained a free pass from any of the other candidates

needed to ensure that he

two sheets of paper featuring the terms and conditions of their agreement on the table. "Let us officiate our agreement once you have revised the

large, sheet of paper that documented the terms of the proposal that

in terms of their agreement, while the remaining half of

the complete abstinence from any and all counteractive measures against Ranea Faction and the