The door swung open in a single, swift movement, revealing a lean man adorned in royal robes.
His face, as if sculpted by a god, was handsome beyond words with sharp features and with two red crystal-like eyes embedded in the eye sockets, looking straight at the guests on the sofa.
As soon as he entered the room, the atmosphere in the surroundings changed. It was as if the air turned sharp like a sword, the space wasn't solid anymore, and the time didn't flow in uniformity.
Though the change was minuscule, it was still frightening to see.
Behind him, a servant entered. He was the head servant of the palace, the one who had instructed Qin Feng and his companions to wait in the guest chambers.
He had his head lowered in a bow to show respect to the man whom he was following.
It was easy for others to guess the man's identity.
He was the Ninth Prince—Fang Ashen.
The same man they were here to meet and ask for help from.
