Xun Yue gasped, an overwhelming wave of shock surging through him.
He instinctively looked towards the source of the silver light. There, atop a distant mining mountain, a figure over two meters tall stood silently, black hair dancing wildly.
The man's arm was still in a spear-throwing posture. On his left chest, a Gold Bear insignia shimmered in the sunlight.
The man seemed to notice Xun Yue's gaze and briefly met his eyes.
Their gazes met, locking across the distance with the Fly Shuttle between them.
Xun Yue trembled, unsure if it was from shock, panic, excitement, or fear. His expression dazed, he spoke into the communicator, "How... how did you describe that Crown Prince again?"
"Why ask that all of a sudden? Is your situation resolved?"
"Tell me."
The voice paused briefly, then quickly replied, "Noble status, powerful background..."
"Not that part. The one after..."
"His strength is definitely nothing special; you can handle him easily..."
"Fuck!"
