The Old Prince, Eddie, and Bali all had expressions of exasperation. Wasn't this method a bit too crude and simplistic?
Why did it sound like, according to her, the people from The Church were as harmless as little white rabbits?
"Old Prince, take a seat and rest for a while. My people will have news shortly."
The Old Prince looked at An Yiqing, who sat unmoved in the chair, with some concern.
"Xiao Qing Beauty, the people from The Church aren't easy to deal with. If they are here to track me, then they must be elite members of The Church. I'm not underestimating your subordinates, it's just that..."
An Yiqing understood the Old Prince's meaning. If The Church sent someone to track the Old Prince, they must be the elite of the elite. Although An Zhifeng and his team's strength was formidable, dealing with a master of the Old Prince's level was dangerous.
Never mind the Thirteen Blood Generals; even An Yiqing herself admitted she couldn't defeat the Old Prince.
But still...
