Wang Jian's voice cut through the air, laced with a chilling resolve. "Accept the Seventh Prince's demands and release Hong Meilin. Only then will he consider a truce. Any further negotiations are futile."
The two Divine Messengers exchanged concerned glances, their brows furrowed with worry. Then, their gaze turned to the Pope, a shared determination etched upon their faces.
One of them spoke with a serious tone, "Pope Ruan, go and retrieve the Saintess from the Baptism Chamber. We shall free her and agree to the terms set by the Seventh Prince."
Pope Ruan's eyes widened in shock at the directive, his voice tinged with defiance. "But Divine Messengers, the Saintess has committed a grave transgression. By releasing her, we would be setting a poor example for our followers. Furthermore, it would convey that we are afraid of the Seventh Prince."