Several streams of light descended from the flying ancient beast.
The crowd's eyes all turned to them; leading them was a tall youth with a rebellious look in his eyes.
Seeing this person, the surrounding cultivators were slightly disappointed.
"It's not the Young Emperor of the Wang Family, but Wang Teng's younger brother, Wang Gang." A celestial pride shook his head slightly, somewhat disappointed.
They had wanted to admire the demeanor of the Young Emperor.
"Hmph, my brother, how could he come here and vie for the position of Prince Consort with a group of people?" Wang Gang looked around, sneering coldly.
He had great respect for Wang Teng too.
In his view, if Wu Mingyue took the initiative to approach, perhaps Wang Teng might accept her.
But for Wang Teng to come and fight for the position of Prince Consort was simply beneath the status of a Young Emperor.
The entire Northern Wang Family took pride in Wang Teng.
