The ninth Prince glanced over and saw Xia qingchen's figure from afar. A hint of astonishment appeared in his eyes.
Didn't the fish-eyed old man go to hunt down Xia qingchen?
Why was he still alive, but the fish-eyed elder was nowhere to be found?
However, it didn't matter.
He could just kill someone else.
"You want me to stop, so I'll stop?" The ninth Prince snorted as he leaned against his throne.
Did he, the ninth Prince, allow others to order him around?
Xia qingchen walked over from afar. He wasn't shocked or panicking. "That's right, I told you to stop, so you must stop."
Without waiting for the ninth Prince to say anything, Xia qingchen took out a silver-colored mystical plant that was as long as an arm. In the middle of the plant was an unripe golden fruit.
At the bottom of the small tree, there was a ball of original soil wrapped around the roots to ensure that the small tree would not wither and die after being dug out.
