Eastern Palace.
Wang Qianzhi remained lying motionless on the ground, his blood gradually spreading across the floor. However, the Little Fatty Crown Prince and the Fourth Prince, Wang Yuanhao, didn't even spare him a passing glance. Both nervously fixed their eyes on Zeng Anmin, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground.
"We can't wait any longer. Hurry and bring the Spirit Stones to open the great screen." Wang Yuanhao's face was dark, his tone laced with tension. "If we don't open it soon, his Divine Soul might even suffer damage!"
The Little Fatty Crown Prince took a deep breath, a composed look settling over his chubby face. "I know." With that, he ordered his men to bring out a large chest from the room.
Once the chest was opened, two young eunuchs hurriedly took out stones that radiated an inexplicable halo.
CLICK. CLICK.
The stones were wedged one by one into several grooves in the courtyard.
HUM.
