divine son. How should we settle this account"Jun Xiaoyao's words caused Pan Wushen's face to sink to an extreme point. He turned his head to look at the Third Prince, wishing he could slap this rebel...aid.Tones, as always, was icy and calm, seemingly unaware of the current situation."Do you think I should do this"Jun Xiaoyao stepped forward, his hand gripping Ji Qingyi's snow-white chin, his body p...