Yan Wen and his daughter both knelt there. Their hearts were palpitating. They were both excited and quaking in fear too.
They could not help but look at the two carriages being pulled by dragon beasts. One of them was luxurious and contained both Pavilion Master Chun Yu Feng and a mysterious plump male. The other carriage carried Little Prince Xue Ying who was currently caressing the glossy hair of his Black Stream Cloud Wolf."
"Father." Yan Yu transmitted to her father.
"Relax, relax, the identity of Prince Xue Ying is extraordinary. Since he declared it openly, that Pavilion Master Chun Yu will definitely give him some respect." Yan Wen transmitted words of consolation to his daughter. His heart remained anxious though.
The cultivators in the vicinity had long moved further away from the street. Even though they did not dare to shout and speak, they were all watching the events proceed.
The conflict of both parties above…
