"Oh, quite gutsy to covet the Crown Prince's Haotian Divine Movement."
Upon hearing Old Goat's inquiry, the person with the black monkey mask, also carved from wood, laughed, "Aren't you afraid that there's an agent of the court among us, ready to snatch off that goat head of yours?"
Old Goat snorted coldly: "Black Monkey, among us, you're the one who resembles the court's hound the most!"
The monkey-faced masked person didn't mind the thick layer of dust on the alter table and lay lazily upon it, propping up his crossed legs, swinging one foot, "Right, right, absolutely correct. I am the Crown Prince in person."
Old Goat couldn't be bothered with him and turned to the tiger-faced elder, "Elder Hu, interested in making a trade?"
