The crowd wasn’t afraid of Feng Feiyun. After all, he was a half-demon, not a prince from an immemorial race.

“The crown prince of the golden crow will be arriving at the market, he can kill you from there without trying.”

“Never heard of this bird before.” Feiyun smiled.

“How dare you insult him?” Bright eagle princess had nothing but respect for this prince.

“So he’s not a bird?” Feiyun said.

The princess didn’t like this half-demon and found him as annoying as the human who plucked her feathers a few days ago.

“The crown prince only needed less than one thousand years to become famous, even the demon monarchs from the last generation respect...