Ning Chen's pride was hidden in his bones, buried deep in his bones, carved deep into his bones.
His usual shyness, easygoing nature, even his thick skin, were merely an optimistic attitude toward this damned fate. If he were truly pushed to the brink, he would rather be reforged in the furnace. He had died once already; doing it again made little difference.
"Wait."
At that moment, Prince Yan spoke. His calm expression had darkened ever since that sword was drawn.
Ning Chen stopped. The stubbornness and pride in his eyes were no longer concealed.
Prince Yan turned around and looked at Prince Tai beside him. "Second Brother, Ning Chen was brought here by me, so he is my guest. I did not appreciate your test just now."
After speaking, Prince Yan took two steps forward and looked solemnly at the youth before him. "Ning Chen, Prince Tai is my elder brother, so I cannot demand that he apologize. However, as I said before, you were brought here by me, so you are my guest. For any offense, I offer you my apology!"
Ning Chen narrowed his eyes, concealing the emotions in his heart. Prince Yan's extraordinariness surprised him once again. Beyond his talent and martial prowess, even his bearing was peerless under heaven.
No wonder everyone regarded Prince Yan as Great Xia's legend. This living legend truly possessed a perfection that left others choking on dust behind him.
Once, he had told Li'er that every form of perfection was a lie waiting to be exposed.
Today, he took those words back.
On Prince Yan, he could see no flaws. There might be imperfections, there might be regrets, but they were by no means flaws.
"Ning Chen also apologizes to you for his recklessness just now." Ning Chen lowered his