Sal had never met Prince Mingye. When he went to the Hidden Dragon Continent, Mingye was not yet born.
It was reasonable to say that there should be no grudge between the two of them, but if there was no grudge, why would Mingye throw a tantrum in their first meeting?
Even Sal could not understand this.
After waiting for four whole hours, a snow-white figure, surrounded by many undeads, finally stepped down from the ship.
His white clothes were as white as snow, but this touch of white made the originally gray skin on him become dimmer. His delicate facial features were handsome and elegant, but the arrogance between his eyebrows and the corners of his eyes could easily make people unhappy.
High-level undeads surrounded him on all sides, holding umbrellas to block the sun and supporting the left and right flank.
After Sal saw Mingye's extravagance, the corner of his mouth could not help but twitch.
