Yelv Shenye seemed to sense something, and suddenly turned his head back, his sharp gaze shooting toward the hidden location of Jiang Shouzhong and his companion like lightning.
Jiang Shouzhong's hair stood on end, and his heart skipped a beat, feeling a cold and fierce aura rushing toward his face, almost suffocating him.
Before Yelv Shenye could speak, the Crown Prince Zhou Wei he was holding suddenly acted strangely, making a weird choking sound from his throat, as if something was stuck, uttering unintelligible noises, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Yelv Shenye's brows furrowed, as he looked down.
"This kid couldn't have been scared stupid, right?"
The big man laughed.
The spasms in the Crown Prince's body grew more violent, his body emanating streaks of golden, leaf vein-like patterns. His eyes bulged, the eyeballs filled with red-webbed lines, resembling entangled blood vessels.
A bad premonition suddenly rose in Yelv Shenye's heart.
