As soon as Wolf Gu and the others entered the city, someone with keen eyes took notice and passed the news along. It made its way into a grand, high-walled residence, whose gate plaque bore a single striking character: "Wolf."
Ripples followed. The Silver Wolf clan wielded considerable influence in the Winged Demon Kingdom's capital and had strength to back it up; who would dare stop them face-to-face? Moreover, Wolf Gu and the others had arrived with Qiu Yan, who seemed to be someone valued by the Winged King. Thus, someone went to report the matter to the royal palace.
Yet the Winged King showed little reaction. Before long, the bedraggled First Prince returned. He looked as though he had suffered greatly, but upon reaching the palace hall, he did not voice any grievance. Instead, he declared proudly, "Father King, your son does not ask you to stand up for me. Give me ten years of secluded cultivation, and I will avenge myself!"
His meaning was clear: he intended to bid farewell to the Winged King and enter the deep mountains for bitter cultivation, so that he could take revenge. It revealed immense will and unwavering determination!
Yet those who knew the First Prince well, such as Yu Che, secretly sneered. They knew this was a tactic of advancing by retreating, tailored to the Winged King's preferences. He was displaying his resolve in order to win favor. They all despised it inwardly, but judging from many past events, the First Prince had succeeded with such methods more than once.
But this time, the Winged King merely shook his head. "Do not parade those little schemes of yours before me again. In the past, I thought you could still distinguish the occasion, the primary from the secondary, and what mattered from