The Old Gang Leader glared at Feng Luo, with a look of blaming Feng Luo for being indiscreet. Feng Luo pursed her lips, thinking it couldn't be her fault, as the old soldier had brought it upon himself.
Besides, she hadn't expected such a coincidence that the Prince would come. Since the Prince would be here, she wouldn't miss this good opportunity.
As the saying goes, when luck is good, even a sip of water is sweet, but when luck is bad, even a sip of water gets stuck in your teeth!
"Commander Zhang, I ask you, who decreed the Three Baptisms?" The Prince glared at Commander Zhang and asked.
Commander Zhang knelt on the platform, lowered his head, and dared not answer.
Seeing him remain silent, the Prince raised his eyes and looked around at the soldiers, "Is there anyone among you who can tell me what the Three Baptisms are?"
Not a sound could be heard.
