Even though the second prince was frustrated, he couldn't rebuke him. After all, he, just like their third brother, were rookie minor mystic cultivators.
He felt stifled whenever cultivation was mentioned.
Was this his fault? This was completely dependent upon one's natural gift!
Since he was not naturally gifted, he was destined to not be a powerful cultivator, but being born into the imperial family was in of itself heaven-defying good luck!
"Whatever is beneath the ice cap is about to come out!" Vassal Prince Rong struck his whip and caught up to Duan Yue's arctic ice wolf. "It won't do to continue on like this! The convoy is too slow!"
"Assemble a team to cover the retreat." Duan Yue spoke coldly and glanced toward Rong Qing. "Don't pick repulsive people that cause trouble!"
Rong Qing was at a loss for words. He nodded and galloped away madly.
