Xu Yuan stopped in his tracks, looking calmly in the direction of the voice.
As expected, the situation was not as simple as he had imagined.
At the end of his gaze, a figure seemed to cross over from the gloomy void, bringing with it an endless aura of killing intent and obscurity.
"Your Highness, your palace is not in this direction."
The shadow gradually revealed a face, that of a young man who appeared just as youthfully handsome.
Xu Yuan's expression remained indifferent as he lowered his eyes and said composedly, "What, I can't go for a walk?"
"Your Highness is free to go wherever you wish, but… the Prophetic Fox in your arms, please put it down."
The young man let out a long laugh.
"What? Are you doubting me?"
Xu Yuan narrowed his eyes and asked coldly, "No more questions, this Demon Fox was captured by me personally at that time."
The smile on the youth's face faltered.