Bai Liuli cast him a look of disdain. Fan Wuqi felt awkward and quickly explained, "This is the Second Prince, Ming He. Don't be fooled by his nonchalant demeanor; he's always joking around. Please, both of you, don't take it seriously."
He then introduced Ming Zhi Tian and Bai Liuli. Ming He was slightly taken aback. "So, this is the wife of the Cultivation Divine Emperor. What a pity, you're already married. Otherwise, I might have had a chance. No, wait, you're still single now, have you considered remarrying?"
Fan Wuqi broke out in a cold sweat. "Your Highness, please choose your words carefully."
Bai Liuli did not get angry, but said lightly, "I have no intention of remarrying. However, if you wish for a fight, I'm happy to oblige."
Ming He quickly waved his hands. "No, no, no, I was just joking."
Bai Liuli's expression remained unchanged. "Your jokes are not funny at all, and you could easily get beaten up."
Ming He let out a hearty laugh. "Hahaha, you really have a good sense of humor, so amusing."
Bai Liuli ignored him. Fan Wuqi asked, "May I ask where Your Highness is headed?"
Ming He replied, "I'm going to Misty Pavilion, to confess my feelings to someone. And you?"
Ming Zhi Tian said, "We are going to Duo Shuo Pavilion."
Fan Wuqi was stunned. "Confess... confess your feelings?"
Ming He said, "Indeed."
Fan Wuqi felt a sense of dread. "Your Highness, you're going to confess to the Pavilion Master of Misty Pavilion?"
Ming He shook his head. "No, I plan to start with her maid. I'll win over her maid first, and then slowly capture the Pavilion Master's heart."
"..."
A beautiful thought, but difficult to execute. Fan Wuqi was utterly speechless when it came to him!
Ming He said, "Enough talk. Come, come with me." With that, he kicked an electric jellyfish into the water.
Fan Wuqi and the other two had no choice but to ride on Ming He's water python. Bai Liuli's good impression of him completely evaporated.
Ming He chuckled. "Let's go, let's go."
Along the way, seeing that Ming Zhi Tian and the other two were silent, Ming He assumed Ming Zhi Tian was merely Bai Liuli's personal bodyguard and thus ignored him entirely.
He then turned his attention to Bai Liuli with increasing interest. "Liuli, where are you from? Have you eaten? Where are you going tomorrow? The day after? The day after that? And the day after the day after? How can you be so beautiful?"
Bai Liuli ignored his string of questions and curiosity, treating him as if he were invisible.
Feeling bored, Ming He laughed it off and then sat quietly, no longer speaking.
Fan Wuqi wanted to mention Ming Zhi Tian's blood relation to the Pavilion Master, but Ming Zhi Tian gestured him to stop. Fan Wuqi consequently kept it to himself.
He, Ming Zhi Tian, was an inconsequential existence. Whether it was spoken or not, it made no difference.
Because he realized that Ming He was a powerful expert at the second level of the Divine Luo Realm. Ming Zhi Tian marveled inwardly, "I didn't expect even a son to be a genius."
Even if he knew that Ming Zhi Tian was his brother, it would be of no consequence. At the third level of the Awakening Realm, no one would pay him much attention. Ming Zhi Tian was accustomed to this, so there was no need to say more.
Before long, the four arrived at Misty Pavilion, a place that had always remained detached from worldly affairs and maintained neutrality for years.
The area was shrouded in mist, ethereal and illusory. It was easy to get lost with a single misstep, as the white fog was too dense.
Forests abounded, making it difficult to imagine this was on the sea. Ahead stood a tall building, on which the words "Misty Pavilion" were inscribed in large characters.
This was Fan Wuqi's first time at Misty Pavilion. If not for his fear of the Second Prince Ming He getting into danger and his duty to protect his master loyally, he would not have come.
Fan Wuqi could not help but wonder, "The world speaks of Misty Pavilion, but who would have thought it was just a building?"