1806 Dead Serious

"We're not questioning your power, Your Highness," One of his advisors carefully remarked. "However, you are grade-thirteen Martial Senior, are you not? While your growth to the Senior Realm has been nothing short of the quickest and most prodigious, there are some powerful Martial Seniors who have spent centuries in the Senior Realm and are of a higher grade than you."

Rui smirked. "Your concerns are understandable, but leave the matter of the duel to me."

His advisors stared at him with fear and apprehension.

"Prepare the contract, contact Prince Raijun, and arrange a meeting with him," Rui replied, getting up. "Meeting concluded."

He left the office with his Martial Master bodyguards. 

"If you have something to say, say it," Rui chuckled. "Your stared are heavy."

"Sorry," Master Ceeran remarked. "I didn't mean to."

"We're just surprised that you're acting uncharacteristically impulsively," Master Zentra calmly remarked.