"Nephew, this is not your Qing Nation, it's best to restrain your words and deeds a bit." The Tang Emperor glanced at the Crown Prince of Qing Nation and spoke lightly, but his words already carried a warning tone.
Yet the Crown Prince of Qing Nation was staring fiercely at Fang Lin, his eyes filled with intense ferocity, as if a wild beast focusing on its prey.
Fang Lin maintained a calm demeanor, not perturbed by the Crown Prince's attitude and felt no ripple in his heart.
"If Your Highness wishes to have a contest, be it Alchemy Tao or Martial Arts, I am all for it. However, I fear if Your Highness loses, it might be embarrassing. After all, a nation's Crown Prince losing face in public wouldn't be too pleasant," Fang Lin said with a smile.
