Bab 383: Mutual confusion

"Your Royal Highness." 

The atmosphere tensed out the very second this title left my mouth. 

I watched with satisfaction how the man's face turned stale at first, then twisted in shock only for his eyes to end up squinting when he looked at me again. 

This time, however, rather than throwing a casual glance, he truly looked at me. 

Not as some random cultivator he chanced upon. But as someone who could potentially be a threat to him. 

In other words, a little bit less than an equal, but way more than a stray cultivator below him. 

"That's quite brave of you to use that title," the man said, his eyes zeroed in on my face. "But if you knew who I am, I can't say whether it was courage or stupidity that made you utter it."

The spiritual energy of the man, formerly confined all to his body, now started to move. And as soon as the royal allowed his cultivation to flow, his casual persona vanished without a trace.