Xu Changqing and Li Sancai were positioned some distance away from the other party, yet they could see everything clearly.
Thus, neither of them approached. They merely watched in secret.
Normally, there was no way the foolish prince would honestly cultivate. His mind did not work right; every now and then, he would throw tantrums, roll about on the ground, or even suddenly go mad.
Yet now, a full half hour had passed, and he had actually remained seated. There was not the slightest sign of impatience on his face. He looked exceptionally serious.
"Senior Brother, you saw it too, didn't you?"
"This kid really is acting strangely. Could he have recovered?"
"That's possible. Or else..."
"Or else what?"
"Maybe he was never mad to begin with!"
Xu Changqing suddenly recalled when he had first met the foolish prince. Once, while inspecting the outer spirit fields, he had happened to see the fellow secretly transplanting rice seedlings, and he had done it with remarkable skill.
He had not looked like a fool at all, no different from an ordinary person.
Yet for some reason, perhaps because he had spotted Xu Changqing, he had suddenly gone mad again. He uprooted every seedling he had just planted and even rolled around in the mud.
Li Sancai was utterly puzzled. "Why would he pretend to be foolish?"
Xu Changqing smiled meaningfully and thought to himself, The novels all say it: anyone with a special identity and suspicious circumstances has definitely stumbled upon some fortuitous opportunity.
Without any surprises, the foolish prince was most likely in a similar situation.
Either some old grandpa had possessed him.
Or he had obtained a little green bottle.
In short, this man was not merely no fool—he was a deeply hidden sixth.
Seeing that the person beside him