Suddenly, he lowered his head and saw the calm and collected Crown Prince sitting across the table, with veins faintly protruding on the back of the hand hidden beneath, his knuckles turning white.
Wu Bu was taken aback, spitting out the bone he was gnawing on, and dumbly followed Ying Xiu's gaze to glance at the dais, immediately understanding.
He hurriedly put down his bowl and chopsticks, leaned in, and whispered, "Crown Prince, I possess an Immortal Artifact here."
His implication was clear.
Ying Xiu's gaze shifted, and he looked down at the Lei Wu spear resting at the corner of his desk, appearing to hesitate, then frowned, "This is my father's spear."
Wu Bu flashed a grin, "The Sect Master gave me the spear as a gift."
