Xue Xing hurried over and stopped beside Crown Prince Xue Ye's table. He leaned down and whispered something to him.
Xue Xing's expression was grave as he spoke, his brows knitted tightly and his lips moving rapidly, as though he were reporting some urgent military matter.
As Xue Ye listened, his brows suddenly furrowed, and his expression darkened at once.
He raised his head and glanced at Golden Crocodile, who was drinking and chatting cheerfully with his father. Then he looked toward the side hall. After hesitating again and again, he pressed a hand down, signaling Xue Xing not to make a scene.
Seeing this, Xue Xing opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something. But when he saw the resolute look in Xue Ye's eyes, he could only retreat helplessly and disappear into the shadows of the side hall.
After Xue Xing left, Xue Ye lowered his head, his fingers tapping lightly against his knee beneath the table as his thoughts churned.
For some unknown reason, Spirit Hall had suddenly attacked the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Now they had sent Golden Crocodile Douluo here to intimidate them. What were they planning?
Were they trying to start a war?
He had ten thousand questions, but there was nothing he could do.
Golden Crocodile was right there, drinking and chatting merrily with his father. They looked perfectly cordial.
Yet everyone knew what kind of blade lay hidden beneath that friendly façade.
If things turned ugly, not a single person present would make it out alive.
Xue Ye picked up his wine cup and took a sip. The wine went down his throat, bitter as gall.
All he could do now was pray to the Angel God that this scourge would leave soon, so he could tell his father