"Haha, it was just a trifling grudge from our youthful days—looking back, it still holds some amusement. It's just that so many years have passed, and everything has changed. Even a genius that appears once in a thousand years has their day of downfall. This actually fills me with a sense of melancholy. It's not easy to find a worthy adversary," Prince Zhao Yu feigned pity for Zhu Minglang.
"Your Highness, he's now a Dragon Shepherd," Zhao Yin Ge, who was like a lackey by the prince's side, whispered.
"Ah?" Zhao Yu pretended to be very surprised, but soon laughed heartily.
"You've become a Dragon Shepherd? You, Zhu Minglang, have become a Dragon Shepherd?" Zhao Yu continued laughing, his laughter drawing the gaze of all the young masters and misses at the tea flower gathering.
"Yes, I'm looking forward to learning from you," Zhu Minglang said, not taking the bait.
