The prince had fallen, and all heaven and earth knew.
Lin Yue and the others didn't delay much. They immediately rode on Duke Heng's flying boat, heading towards Di Hong City.
"This time, the phenomenon of the prince's demise seems a bit off."
The Fourteenth Prince stood on the edge of the flying boat, looking up at the gloomy sky. The drizzling rain outlined the shape of the boat's barrier, and the mournful wails of heaven and earth had yet to subside.
"What are your thoughts?" Lin Yue asked, "Fourteenth Brother, what do you find unusual?"
"I've seen the phenomenon of a prince's demise twice before."
The Fourteenth Prince frowned slightly. "But the previous two phenomena were almost identical. Yet, this time, not only is the rain heavier and lasts longer, but the mournful wail of heaven and earth is also louder. Why is the Twelfth Prince so peculiar?"
