Feiyun recalled the leather pieces back into the box. The prince didn’t bother stopping him because they would all be his after killing Feiyun.0

“Just like a leech.” Firebird Saintess scowled.0

Prince Tyrant propped both hands on his sword hilt and said: “Saintess, I will make you my consort, just say the word, but if you insist on hanging around this half-demon, I will kill you too.”0

“See, I told you I have many suitors.” She gave Feiyun the side eye.0

“Prince Tyrant, don’t you know that she is my fiancee? Isn’t asking her to be your consort in front of me a little rude?” Feiyun couldn’t let...0