"Steward John, there's no need for you to waste your time. I can handle this matter myself…"
The Blue Hammer Crown Prince spoke with a polite smile, his voice even, though a faint trace of unease lurked beneath his words. His expression, refined and composed, hid the turmoil that churned quietly behind his eyes.
Beside him stood a man in his early thirties, dressed in immaculate white robes. His figure was broad and muscular, the posture of a seasoned cultivator, but it was his eyes—sharp and unreadable—that hinted at the layers of schemes behind his calm demeanor.
John.
He gave a small wave of his hand, his smile calm and unbothered. "Actually, it's nothing much," he said with a chuckle, the wind fluttering the edges of his robes. "I was planning to head toward the Thousand Beast Forest anyway. I heard the Thousand Mile Toad recently appeared in the forest."
His voice was casual, but his words carried weight.
