The Prince of Chu's Residence.
The Prince of Chu sat in the seat of honor, a kindly smile on his face. "How have things been going with the Welcoming Fortune Third Squad lately?"
"Thanks to Your Highness's protection, the Night Guard haven't dared do anything to us," Good Fortune Born said. "But we can't do anything to them, either. We've fought a few times, with injuries on both sides."
"I hear Ye Han founded some Divine Fate Sect?" the Prince of Chu asked.
"I doubt he'll stir up any wind or waves. Three blind children, plus Xu Changren, who can't properly cultivate either the scholarly or martial path. The rest have mediocre aptitude. I've investigated all of them thoroughly," Good Fortune Born said.
The Prince of Chu shook his head. "You are far too careless. If Ye Han were really that stupid, he wouldn't have made it to Far-Reaching City. He would have died at your hands before he even left the Divine Capital. He must have some greater purpose in founding the Divine Fate Sect. Investigate it properly. Of course, be careful. Don't fall victim to his Fate Arts."
Good Fortune Born nodded slightly, but he felt as though a lump of pale, raw fat had been stuffed into his heart. He had once thought the Prince of Chu wonderful in every way. Only now did he realize that every gesture and every word from someone who stood so high above others made him uncomfortable. Those words had clearly been a warning, reminding him that his enmity with Ye Han was as deep as the sea and could never be resolved.
Good Fortune Born was about to speak when he saw the Prince of Chu punch at him.
Startled, Good Fortune Born instinctively unleashed his True Fire Divine Fist,