"Indeed, everywhere you go, it's still about social standing."
Seeing Zhou Yu's attitude change drastically, Su Changqing wasn't surprised and merely smiled indifferently.
Xuán Qīngzi chuckled and shook his head; this Prince of the Zixiao Country seemed to have missed the most important benefactor of his life.
"Hmph."
Uncle Fu snorted coldly, not bothering to argue with the young prince, but the King's driver would not be let off easily.
Whoosh!
An unstoppable powerful aura silently leapt over the carriage, striking into the body of the King.
Up ahead, the man driving the carriage suddenly turned pale as his internal energy went into chaos.
"Pfft!"
The man couldn't hold back a mouthful of blood that spewed from his mouth.
"Ah Da, what's happening?"
Zhou Yu frowned and asked from inside the carriage.
"Well..."
The aura of the Great Saint was imperceptible to the King realm, of course.
