"The entire city descended into a state of shock."
The deep, raspy voice penetrated the air like a bellowing thunder strike. Ling Xian was the only one in the crowd that remained unfazed.
The distant voice was not distant at all. The very next moment, the golden dragon that jumped off the shield morphed into a handsome young man. He was a man of incredible form and beauty. His level of perfection invited envy even from the most stunning woman.
The man was dressed from head to toe in a pure white robe, his hair falling loosely around his shoulders. He did not have the appearance of a mortal man. Suspended in midair and surrounded by a colorful spectrum of light, the Prince appeared a God.
"My goodness, it’s... the Third Prince!"
Still in awe, the crowd of spectators erupted in jubilation.
"Prince, save me!"
The middle-aged man let out a huge sigh of relief. He couldn’t have imagined that a piece of the Prince’s soul had been sealed inside the shield. He knew he was safe.