Chapter 92: The memories of demonic cultivator sings an unknown melody

"Brother Ming, shall we engage in a friendly competition with this puzzle?" Prince Jing, appearing no more than eight years old, approached his second elder brother with great enthusiasm, wearing a bright smile. He enthusiastically pointed at the massive puzzle game set up by the Commoners in the marketplace. 

Zhao Ming, walking through the bustling street with a young master and two guards, had an air of majesty about him. He seemed carefree and nonchalant, allowing his younger brother to frolic around, though it was evident that his focus was solely on the young prince. 

"Ah, little Prince Jing, your brother might be a bit of a fool, but he is still older and wiser than you," the young master said with a mischievous grin, placing his hands on his knees. "I know you're clever, and there's no need to prove it by embarrassing your second brother," he whispered into his ear, the words audible to all.