Ling Tianyu was very forceful about it—if he really went, the consequences would be unimaginable. He wasn't stupid; he'd already thought it through. Once he went, it would mean the initiative was no longer in his hands. That was absolutely unacceptable.
If that Envoy came personally, even if he didn't want to go, he'd still have to go—but actually fighting was still unrealistic.
Right now he could still contact his Clone, so of course he consulted his master. His master only sent back one sentence, or rather three words—do as you please.
He knew exactly what those three words meant: his master was telling him to handle it however he liked, no need to worry about that so‑called Envoy.
That was his confidence—if his master said that, it meant there was nothing to fear.
"Zhen Wu, if you don't go and those two Emperors start adding fuel to the fire, things could get really bad." Han Zhe said worriedly.
