'A Prince, confined to the Cold Palace to atone for his sins, is actually a peerless prodigy who has surpassed the Ninth Realm and can contend with a Demon Venerable?'
Absurd. Utterly absurd.
'It's simply unbelievable. If the Emperor of Great Yan truly had such a son, why would he lock him away in the Cold Palace?'
'He should have made him heir to the throne long ago.'
Luo Qiufu felt like her eyes were playing tricks on her. The man these Cultivators were talking about was clearly a white-haired man wearing a demonic mask, with a black tattoo on his arm.
"Look! The aura of a Human Race Qi Cultivator has appeared in the sky!"
A Cultivator pointed to the sky and shouted with delight.
"It's Fairy Ci Hang from the Celestial Master's Mansion! We're saved!"
Among the crowd, a Golden Core Great Cultivator from the Daoist Academy was incredibly excited.
"The National Preceptor of the Lion Frost Country, whose good fortune is legendary across the continent?"
