Lü Qing left the Tiger Fiend Legion with a grim face, leading Swete and the others out.
"Brother Lü," Swete called cautiously.
He could already sense Lü Qing's anger and knew he had probably caused a huge disaster this time.
"Go back and apologize to the Third Prince yourself," Lü Qing said.
"But..." Swete still wanted to say something.
Lü Qing shot him a glance, immediately silencing him.
After taking a few more steps, Lü Qing suddenly stopped and looked ahead, his expression changing slightly.
Sensing that something was wrong, Swete also looked forward. His pupils instantly contracted as he cried out, "Zhou Jingtian!"
"Why is he here?!"
Swete looked utterly incredulous, as though he had seen a ghost.
"It seems the Second Prince heard some news and could no longer sit still," Lü Qing said slowly, narrowing his eyes.
"The Second Prince sent him?!" Swete asked.
"Why else do you think he would come here?" Lü Qing sneered.
The person approaching from the opposite side quickly arrived before them. He was a tall young man with thick black hair casually draped over his shoulders. His eyes were like blades, exceptionally sharp. He grinned at Lü Qing. "So the Third Prince sent you here."
"Hmph." Lü Qing snorted coldly. "The Second Prince truly is everywhere."
"Don't misunderstand. His Highness the Second Prince merely sent me to offer Baron Wang Teng his congratulations. After all, Baron Wang Teng has just rendered meritorious service, yet the Third Prince's actions are rather disheartening. His Highness the Second Prince is simply worried that the imperial family will lose face. He's cleaning up the Third Prince's mess," Zhou Jingtian said cheerfully.
"You!" Lü Qing's expression darkened.
"Alright, I won't waste any more words with you. I'm going to meet Baron Wang Teng," Zhou Jingtian said,