She did not look at the man from where she was sitting, as though he wasn’t there at all.

Mo Xuanzun’s look was cold – an expression that was not seen on him very often, unless he was angered. And he was angered now. His eyes glittering with a cold look.

Feng Bucang, lying on the floor like a dead dog felt that his entire body was about to fall apart. He couldn’t move so he could only looked at Mo Xuanzun with a sidelong glance. His eyes filled with anger and fear.

Before he even finished his spew, Old Man Ying pushed his palm out. His look cold and killer intent could be detected from him.

Anyone who insulted his Young Mistress must die!

BOOM!

Looking at the person and the goose that’s getting closer and closer, Cheng Xiao Xiao asked again, “Do you know this person?”

“Yes!” Mo Xuanzun nodded slightly after he had a good look at the person and said, “He is the prince of Dafeng. He joined the Clan of Magical Swords about 20 years ago and is now an apex martial king. I hadn’t expected to see him here!”

“Oh, so he’s a prince!”