To the other students' surprise, the crown prince stepped off the dais in the end.
His long, straight legs took him off the dais at an unhurried pace. Scanning the classroom with his cold eyes, he reminded one of an emperor inspecting his land.
His casual yet arrogant demeanor made one want to kneel at his feet.
He was born to be a leader.
He was born to rule the continent.
Feng Wu, on the other hand, was still on the dais, without a scratch on her.
She was still alive?
Everyone exchanged looks of bewilderment and found it unbelievable.
But that was what happened.
They then turned to study the crown prince's face.
Jun Linyuan had sat down in a chair, looking completely at ease.
On his sculptured face, one could detect a faintly intrigued look in his beautiful eyes. He pursed this thin lips, and was smiling a little.
He began to tap the desk rhythmically with his slender fingers.
