Jin Buhui was burying his head and eating. When he heard those words, he was instantly startled. After his face sunk, he took out a cloth to wipe the oil on his hands. He was extremely thorough, not leaving a single bit at all such that it wouldn't affect him holding the sword.
"Xinran, Demon Corpse Mountain? That Gong Xinran?"
The atmosphere around the fire instantly became solemn. Zong Shou's pupils constricted before he regained calm once more.
"How does Brother Jin know that?"
"I went there before!"
Jin Buhui was expressionless. He was already holding the yellow golden sword in his hand.
"Just now I heard him call you your highness then your identity is most probably a lord of a country? Let me guess, you look around 14 years old. That only matches that Gantian Mountain one who snatched 7 provinces in just a few months..."