After a full day and night, Xu Fan and his entourage finally arrived at the Imperial City, showing just how vast the Jiuyou Lands truly are.
For ordinary people, after such a long journey to their destination, they would naturally breathe a sigh of relief.
Yet, as Xu Fan and his group saw their destination in sight, their hearts were all filled with trepidation.
Of course, whether it was Xu Fan, or Qing Mu, or the elderly man in the purple robe who was still unconscious and carried in their hand, none had any way to retreat.
"Your Highness, the Imperial City is near..."
Before Qing Mu could finish the trembling words, Xu Fan had already waved his hand boldly and arrogantly flew towards the Imperial City.
Consideration for discretion, caution - clearly all thrown behind Xu Fan.
What a joke, he was the Ninth Prince!
A dignified Ninth Prince of the Imperial Court, returning victorious from battle. If he wasn't a bit brash, how could he live up to his identity?
