"Get lost, a few lowly ants dare to block the young Prince's way, are you tired of living?"
An old man with a big belly shouted and waved his palm. Mo Ying's servants were sent flying far away and fell to the ground. One side of their faces was already swollen and blood was flowing from their mouths.
Behind the big-bellied old man, a young man in luxurious clothes with a sinister face walked in.
"Young prince, please spare my life. This lowly one didn't lie. Miss mo Ying is currently cultivating in seclusion and has ordered us not to disturb her no matter what."
A maidservant in her twenties knelt on the ground and said with a trembling body.
"Can't be disturbed? Who did mo Ying think she was? The Little Prince coming to see her was a blessing that she had accumulated over several lifetimes. What could be more important than The Little Prince? Hurry up and report this, or I'll kill you all."
