"Can someone unprepared truly shoulder the future of the Human Race? Is it really appropriate for us to place such burdens upon him?"
"I remember he grew up in Handan, the capital city of Zhao Country. He has never been exposed to the ruthless world of emperors, nor to the tactics and Arrays that are indispensable to an Emperor. Can we truly rely on him to salvage the Human Race, Your Majesty?"
"Has the Heavens truly forsaken our Human Race?"
"..."
The doubtful remarks of those around were not hidden from Ying Zheng, they were made as plainly as the previous discussions about him; all were frankly spoken.
"You..."
Ying Zheng's face gradually reddened.
He hadn't expected that just by showing his unprepared demeanor, these senior magnates would look down upon him so, leaving him truly stifled.
Finally, he stood up, his face and ears flushed, looking at the many seniors still speaking ill of him, and with a thump on his chest, he insisted, "Teacher, your disciple is ready!"
