Heavenly Demon Imperial City, Third Prince's Manor. Ning Chen paid a visit, and the gazes of the two Heavenly Demon princes met as the pressure around them violently collided.
Around the royal hall, maids and guards alike were shoved more than a dozen steps away by the immense pressure, unable to draw near.
"Greetings, Third Imperial Brother."
Ning Chen bowed with a smile.
"You are too courteous, Thirteenth Imperial Brother."
Xuan Qing said, "Please, let us speak inside."
Ning Chen nodded and stepped into the royal hall.
"Sit," Xuan Qing said calmly.
"Thank you."
Ning Chen replied softly, walking to the guest seat on the left and sitting down.
From the main seat, Xuan Qing looked at him and asked, "What brought Thirteenth Imperial Brother to my manor today?"
"Too much has happened these past days. I feel uneasy, so I wished to speak with Third Imperial Brother." Ning Chen's tone was sincere.
"Oh?"
Xuan Qing's expression shifted as he said, "Thirteenth Imperial Brother has been bestowed the Nine Kings Pearl and should be riding high on the spring breeze. Why would you feel uneasy?"
Ning Chen sighed softly. "I received such favor without any preparation, so I cannot help but fear gaining and losing it. It seems my state of mind is still far inferior to yours, Imperial Brother."
Xuan Qing sneered inwardly. These past few days, visitors had streamed endlessly before the Thirteenth Prince's Manor. He could not see the slightest sign that this imperial brother of his feared gaining and losing anything.
Everyone in the imperial city could see that Thirteenth Brother was sparing no expense to strengthen himself. His ambition to meddle in the struggle for imperial power was as clear as day.
However, Xuan Qing did not expose him. Looking at the man before him,