Three days later!
In the main hall of the Prince Qing's Mansion, Prince Qing sat above with a sullen face.
His eyes were wide open, staring at the ground.
In this manner, an hour had passed.
Beside him, Yang Zheng stood there trembling with fear. Originally afraid of Prince Qing, at this moment he didn't dare to utter a single word.
He could only occasionally glance with the corner of his eye, but after each glance he quickly withdrew his gaze.
"Hoo—"
Finally, Prince Qing slowly lifted his head, exhaling a long breath, his gaze involuntarily falling on Yang Zheng.
Originally, he had hoped to rely on a superior set of rules to give his Martial Dao a chance to break through.
But now... not only is there no hope, but he has also offended Qin Tiandao.
To ordinary people, he might be a heavenly figure as a prince of a mansion, but in the eyes of the Heavenly Dao, he means nothing.
"Father...?"
