Chapter 372: Sword Competition

"Please come in." A cold voice suddenly rang out.

It shook Zou Fang so much that his blood and energy surged, his face flushed, and he was already slightly injured.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head.

This attitude is not very friendly; it seems communication won't be easy, and some methods will be needed.

Is this intentional, or is there indeed dissatisfaction in his heart?

Deliberately acting this way to appear more normal.

Having been assassinated in Da Jing, it's natural to be dissatisfied with Da Jing's security, venting his anger on him.

Inner dissatisfaction is not entirely absent either.

He clasped his fists and said, "Sorry to disturb you."

Gao Jiuqu, wearing a dark green robe, appeared elegant and graceful, and from afar, he clasped his fists: "The Princely Heir has come, and I failed to greet you from afar!"

All the guards stepped back two paces to make way.

Chu Zhiyuan clasped his fists and smiled: "Brother Gao, how is His Highness?"