Looking back, it was all like a fairyland.

Interference is a very uncomfortable thing.

Therefore, the prince gained nothing from this meeting, and was only troubled by it, and the meeting ended in a bad mood.

Before leaving, the Crown Prince coldly asked, "Will that old goat still participate in this martial arts tournament?"

The voice carried a questioning tone, a condescending question that made the members of the Meng family army very uncomfortable. They didn't mince words and retorted directly: "Your Highness, we are not your subordinates, we don't need to explain anything to you, and we are not obligated to cooperate with you."

"I told you from the beginning not to mess with that person, but you disregarded the bigger picture for the sake of your own pride. Your pride is important to many people, but you are ultimately a crown prince, not an emperor."

"How dare you!" the old eunuch shouted.

"Tch." Meng Jiajun scoffed.

"You can't control the whole situation, much less everyone. As for that person, you don't need to ask us; you should ask him yourself, if you can find him. Take care of yourself." With that, the group left without looking back.

The air was filled with a cold atmosphere.

No matter whether they were old eunuchs or servants in various costumes, they dared not breathe and lay on the ground pretending to be dead, fearing that they would lose their lives if they breathed too hard.

For a moment, all sounds disappeared.

The prince stood still. He had never experienced anything like this before. Even the old guard had some dignity. While they might criticize him indirectly, they wouldn't be so blunt. This was completely disrespectful to him.

The prince frowned, the air pressure around him was very low.

His fingers twitched. He was actually furious, wanting to stop these daring men, but he didn't move. The angrier he got, the calmer he became, calmly telling himself not to take action.

This feeling was really irritating, so irritating that my ears were buzzing. I didn't know what was going on, as the group of people scolded me.

For a moment, he felt the illusion that he was a frog in a well.

This illusion, along with the old goat's disappearance, slowly deepened Meng Jiajun's sorrow. It was like a joke; he wanted to control everything, yet was still abandoned. Like a thin membrane separating two worlds, he felt it, but couldn't break it.

He had someone follow the old goat after he left, but they lost him, as if he had vanished into thin air. He actually realized, though he hated to admit it, that whether it was the old goat or the Meng family army, they were from a different world from him. Just like he and the civilians, the gap was even greater.

The other party can withdraw at will, but you have no way to do anything.

Helpless and incompetent.

The prince thought that he would never have such an experience in his lifetime, but it came so suddenly.

He took a few steps back, sat in a chair, and thought for a long time. Time was slipping away, and no one dared to move, at least not until the Crown Prince made a sound. The old eunuch stood behind the Crown Prince like a block of wood, his heartbeat almost frozen, a pale pallor on his face. He even used the tortoise breathing technique.

I don’t know how long it took.

A day? A night? Time passed quickly, and no one dared to disturb them. Until the Crown Prince slowly stood up: "Serve the meal."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and this breath finally brought color to the world.

No one knew whether the prince had figured it out or not, and no one dared to ask. The prince became just like usual.

His fame continued to ferment over the past few days, and soon it spread throughout Jiading Prefecture. His reputation was unprecedentedly high. After that, there were several days of arena competitions.

One thing that was quite strange was that the Begonia Swordsman never showed up again and would not participate in the competition. The Crown Prince was not surprised, but his opponent was pleasantly surprised that he had been retained despite being supposedly eliminated.

And what is the old goat doing at this moment?

He was waiting for the arrival of that deity. He had been sitting motionless on the mountaintop for days.

Beside him stood a middle-aged man, who asked with a grave expression, "Are you sure you don't need any help?"

"No need, you should mind your own business and not let the repercussions spread."

"I understand."

This middle-aged man was the City God of Jiading Prefecture. He too had a vague sense of the impending storm, the undercurrent surging beneath the calm before the rainstorm. And the man before him had been sitting there for several days. The City God could sense he was gathering his strength, spiritual energy gathering around him from all directions, like a bottomless pit.

And these spiritual energies are accumulated in the crystal body in the heart of the old goat.

The old goat didn't like reading, but in order to stop the enemy, he had to cram. He asked the City God for many martial arts techniques, and constantly melted them into his body.

Just like when Su Mu was sharpening his sword.

The old goat imitated Su Mu, and he needed to suppress the opponent from the beginning. This was a difficult problem, and Su Mu really gave himself a huge problem.

Talismans melted into the mountains from the old goat's cuffs. These talismans briefly connected the mountains together, waiting for the arrival of the opponent.

The City God had no idea how capable the person in front of him was.

This person did not reveal any trace of aura. He didn't understand when such a person appeared in Jiading Prefecture, and he was completely unaware of it.

But now is not the time to talk about this, he can only trust the other party.

The old goat was at peace. No, he was always at peace.

The autumn wind blew, and the two were speechless for a moment. The City God was troubled.

The old goat, however, comforted the other, saying, "Don't worry, it's not as difficult as you imagine. You don't need to worry so much. If you're going to worry, you're third in line; there are plenty of others who will."

The City God of Jiading Prefecture looked at the old goat curiously, and it was undeniable.

The old goat didn't need to lie to him. He was just a little dazed. He was really a failure as the City God. There were so many unknown things here, and he didn't even know about them.

"You're quite a failure."

"If it were up to you, Jiading Prefecture would have been finished long ago. Just relax and relax; I might not necessarily lose. Don't underestimate me."

"If I really can't hold on, I'll call for backup. Even if I can't win one-on-one, a group fight will utterly crush them."

"Then why aren't you calling out now?" the City God asked, frowning.

"You expect favors, huh? Do you really think everyone I know is some Tom, Dick, or Harry who's always at my beck and call?" The old goat rolled his eyes, but then he thought about how he was a shut-in and didn't need to socialize, and he immediately felt relieved.

Seeing that the old goat was still in the mood to joke, the City God felt a little relieved.

"Who exactly is coming this time?" the City God asked curiously.

"Hmm...it's probably part of the primordial deities."