"Greetings, Prince!"
The experts from the Demon Control Department, following Yang Kui, knelt down one after another. They looked at the young man before them, their eyes trembling, and waves surged in their hearts.
Throughout the Great Qin world, there were only seven Sealed Kings. So young—apart from the Primordial King, who else could it be?
"Zhou Dao!"
The color of the Seventh Prince's face became incomparably gloomy, as if it could freeze over.
"You've forgotten the pain once your wound has healed, Seventh. Why do you never learn?"
Zhou Dao had yet to dismount and watched the Seventh Prince with interest, a faint smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.
If it were before, there might have been a difference in status between him and the Seventh Prince, with the Seventh Prince being born of the royal family, naturally placed above others.
This had nothing to do with cultivation or Official Position.
