Mo Wenshen's smile froze, and he watched Fu Qingshuang with a trace of wariness in his eyes.
"Over to you! We're slipping out first!" Xun Zhizang flashed a heartless grin, tucked Wen Jia under his arm, and shot straight into the sky.
"Although I feel Xun Zhizang's actions are somewhat lacking in honor, he's right. Fu Qingshuang, only you can deal with Mo Wenshen. None of us are his match!" Bai Mu chuckled softly before following Xun Zhizang away.
Feng Lingzi, Su Yanhua, and Monk Jiufeng turned and vanished.
Just as everyone soared into midair, a resonant laugh rang out from the distance. "You've come from so far away, yet you're leaving without even having a cup of wine. If word gets out, people will say that Prince Rong's estate doesn't know how to treat guests. Please stay for now!"
The instant that voice rang out, several hundred figures descended from the sky and blocked Xun Zhizang and the others from leaving.
After landing, everyone looked up to see hundreds of powerful figures standing proudly above the surrounding rooftops. Every one of them was at the peak of the Apex Realm, and several were even experts of the Quasi-Dao Realm!
From the shadows behind Mo Wenshen, a middle-aged man in a purple-gold dragon-patterned robe strode forward with his head held high. He was imposing, dignified, and extraordinary.
"Your Highness!" Mo Wenshen bowed respectfully.
This middle-aged man was none other than Prince Rong!
Prince Rong was one of the Four Great Princes of the Central Sacred Nation. His cultivation had reached the pinnacle, and he had long possessed the strength of the Quasi-Dao Realm. His face was cold and stern, his bearing incomparably steady. His eyes seemed capable of seeing through every illusion in the world, while an oppressive might naturally