After finishing speaking, Yun Shangyuan strode toward the tent flap and walked out.
"Prince!" Everyone called out to his retreating figure, hoping to make him stay.
Yun Shangyuan didn't turn back, nor did he slow his pace, stepping out of the tent curtain, he lightly tapped the ground with the tip of his foot.
His silhouette soared into the sky, vanishing into the horizon like a deity.
Several people rushed out of the tent, but Yun Shangyuan's shadow was nowhere to be seen; they looked longingly at the clear blue sky, their hearts filled with melancholy.
"Let's go, we'll head back to Prince Manor immediately!" Rong Da said to the others.
"Okay, we'll depart right now." Hai Ruoyan couldn't wait as she drew the long sword from her waist, conjuring a five-rank wide strip of green Spiritual Power.
The others also drew their swords, preparing to fly back with Sword Control.
Only Rong Qi didn't move.
