The weather was cold in the early mornings. It was getting more and more chiller as winter was approaching. Leaves fluttered and flew as if they had minds of their own.
Warm puffs of air were exhaled rather aggressively from a certain redhead. He sent a deathly glare towards the oblivious man on his right, who was shifting on his foot, left and right.
Just like his fire nature, Wu Jiangfeng was about to explode right here and then. But this guy was the next emperor of Wang Kingdom, and there was a fat chance there would be a stop towards their tyranny at this moment. He couldn't just kill Wang Shenqiu like that.
Wu Jiangfeng took a deep breath to clear any murderous thought, he clenched and unclenched his fist. The Southern Prince glanced right and left. 'What's taking Bai Lun so long?'
