Cheng Yifeng's heart instantly tightened.
"Your Highness..." Six Grandmasters gathered around, looking worriedly at the spot where Chu Zhiyuan had vanished.
As guards, they naturally understood the circumstances of this secret place.
The loss of two Great Grandmasters was news that had spread outside, and they were, of course, aware.
If only a single Great Grandmaster was lost, it might have been due to carelessness, a slip-up.
But losing two Great Grandmasters along with a group of Grandmasters, all together, could be said to be as stable as could be, yet still ending in complete annihilation—this was true despair.
Cheng Yifeng shook his head, "Since the Fourth Prince dared to enter, there shouldn't be a problem."
He knew that Chu Zhiyuan's instincts were sharp, far sharper than ordinary people, especially when it came to danger.
Since he dared to enter, he must be confident.
But there's always a fear of the unexpected.
