"Isn't it just pure luck, the stuff inside the Trading Temple is extremely sought after." Another person chimed in.
He had heard from the guards at his camp that the things inside the Trading Temple taste even better than those brought from the planes. Of course, he had tasted them himself, but not many.
Now, seeing Old Lin bring things to his little prince, he couldn't deny feeling envious.
But everyone was only envious, without any jealousy. They were all nobility, why waste time being jealous of others? It would just lower their class.
Old Lin didn't pay attention to what others were saying, but he leaned over and whispered softly to his little prince.
"Little Prince, you absolutely must not go out lately. Didn't I tell you before that I placed a Tracking Gu on the assassin who tried to kill you? Just now, when I came over, I sensed it outside the Battle Cloud Camp."
"What?"
The Little Prince was instantly shocked.
