Hearing Wang Qingci's words, Lu Chen's face did not show a hint of unease.
He had already extracted the information about Blood Moon Tower sending people to assassinate him from Wang Qingci's personal profile.
However, he had not expected Blood Moon Tower to actually dispatch so many Ninth Grade Martial Artists to kill him.
Aren't Ninth Grade Martial Artists supposed to be rare in this world? How come they are now aplenty, deploying five of them just to assassinate a worthless prince like himself, is that really okay?
If he didn't have the system, he probably would have been doomed.
Seeing that Lu Chen's face bore no worry, Wang Qingci thought to herself that indeed, the North Prince had grown powerful and was not the least afraid of the assassins from Blood Moon Tower.
At that moment, Lu Chen came up behind Wang Qingci, then slid his hands under her arms to embrace her slim waist and whispered in her ear with a smile, "It seems you've made your choice."
