"What can we do?" Huang San asked.
It was the same question as before, but the tone was different. It no longer carried a mocking tone. It was a genuine question.
So, Amon replied with a practical answer, "We can prove to everyone that you are worthy of the throne. I don't know the details, but I had heard words on the streets that there will be a kind of ancient ascension trial to decide the heir to the throne?"
"Oh? You have heard that? I guess you have ears in unexpected places," Huang San remarked.
"We have no chance if we depend on that trial for the throne," Xa Jien said. "The participants to the trial will be decided in the next two weeks."
"Two weeks? The words I heard were that the trial is still years away," Amon said.
