Elder Qing hurried over and dragged Aunt Qing away. "Watch where you're going. Don't you know His Royal Highness is here?"
His Royal Highness?
Aunt Qing turned around and saw the handsome teenager walking next to Feng Wu. Her eyes lit up. "Is this our crown prince?"
Elder Qing quickly covered her mouth. "Shut up!"
The group of people quickly walked to the Magical Equipment Division.
The hall was brightly lit.
Master Duanmu was studying the inscription propeller. When he heard his disciple Ji Ying's report, he didn't want to join in the fun.
However, Ji Ying was very excited. "Master! The crown prince! The crown prince is here!"
His Royal Highness?
That unparalleled youth?
As proud as Master Duanmu was, he knew he had no right to be arrogant in front of a genius like Jun Linyuan. He put down the inscription propeller, changed his clothes, straightened them, and hurried out.
