The august crown prince would definitely not show such a scary expression in front of Lady Qiaoqiao.
This black-bellied double-dealer, this scary baddie, was glaring ferociously at the sapling! Just wait until the little master returns. Qiuqiu will definitely! Tell! On! Him!
Mo Lian pressed down the little guy with a single finger. He asked coldly, "Can you determine specific coordinates?"
"I cannot!"
"Hm?"
A certain little treant who was panicking from the august crown prince's scary stare hastily waved his branches and added, "Only, only the gen-general direction. I-I, I will be able to pin-pinpoint Masta's exact location o-once I g-get within 50 kilometers."
Very good! Mo Lian did not say anything and merely gently patted the sapling's head.
The sapling felt pity for his head. It was as if it was in danger of getting squashed by a certain person.
"Little Seven." Crown Prince Mo called out lightly.
