After a long silence, Yuan Bao suddenly spoke, "Doesn't that mean, if my master doesn't return, Daxia will be a country without a Protector and inevitably be divided by Beili and Great Yin?"
"Yes!"
The Fourth Prince smiled bitterly, "My father the Emperor headed west, intending to see the true world and, in that land, rebuild Daxia."
"As for the other royals, they've chosen to live under assumed names and enjoy a lifetime of riches!"
"I stay in the Capital City, making the last struggle!"
"If Mr. Ying returns, the state of Daxia can still be preserved, which would be a thread of hope for Daxia's people!"
How much of the Fourth Prince's words were sincere and how much were theatrics, no one knew.
In any case, Yuan Bao was not interested.
Her master was Daxia's Protector, a member of a martial arts sect from outside.
As the only disciple of her highly skilled master, perhaps in the future she might take on the role of Protector, but right now, she was not the Protector.
