Jingzhou.
Above Di Hong City, a figure in a blue robe suddenly appeared, emanating a terrifying aura that transcended heaven and earth, before transforming into a stream of light and flying eastward.
At that moment—
A gentle, invisible breeze arrived, turning into a middle-aged man with flowing long hair, dressed in the loose robes often worn by princes. Each strand of hair traced the path of the wind, exuding a carefree and unrestrained air.
It was indeed the Third Prince.
"Main Hall Master, please stay your hand."
The Third Prince, smiling, blocked the Main Hall Master's path.
The Main Hall Master, expressionless, looked at him and said indifferently, "So Prince Jing has made his move. Do you really think you can stop me?"
"Main Hall Master, having presided over the Ancestor Hall for tens of thousands of years and possessing the Inheritance Divine Artifact, naturally you are stronger than I."
The Third Prince chuckled and said, "But why not take a look at this?"
