But the problem is... why does this Nobel Shark speak such elegant Chinese?
The Christmas Sleigh sailed through the sky, and the two remained silent.
Cezar closed his eyes, raised his arms high, feeling the water and wind brushing past his cheeks, his white hair swaying violently.
He said, "Only when you come to find me do I dare let the Christmas Sleigh take us for a spin up here, otherwise Father and Mother would surely scold me to death."
Li Qingping remained silent.
He lowered his gaze, sweeping over several other Floating Cities. In the courtyard of one castle, the Eldest Prince and Second Prince were on the lawn enjoying afternoon tea, tilting their heads, quietly gazing at the sleigh flying in the sky.
The Eldest Prince had a faint smile, squinted and waved at them;
The Second Prince was expressionless, looking indifferent, and quickly withdrew his gaze.
"Prince Cezar, let's go back." Li Qingping suddenly said.
"Going back already? Alright then."
