"No, I actually don't want to laugh at all."
Outside the door, a hoarse voice sounded. "Even if they split all the money and ran away, I wouldn't care. After all, I never expected this rabble to be of any use... Besides, the ones at the door are from the Astronomical Society, right?"
That voice continued, "If I'm not mistaken, it should be the Beheading King of Jinling, correct?"
"..."
As Huai Shi turned around, he saw a figure suddenly appear in the empty corridor.
He stood before a shattered window, in the dying light, his form elusive, like a soap bubble.
The middle-aged man had slightly long hair and a beard that looked like it hadn't been shaved in a while. His expression was stern, yet unexpectedly, showed no anger or annoyance. He was just calm, even when surrounded.
Ding NanKe stared at him, then nodded in acknowledgment. "I've heard much about you, Prince of Paradise... Or should I address you as Your Highness?"
"Hmm? Are you one of my fans too?"
