"What play is being performed here?" At this moment, Qi Haoxuan's expression was as cold as ice. If he still didn't know that today's so-called flower appreciation banquet was aimed at him, his head might as well have been grown for nothing.
"Calm your anger, Prince." The Daoist bowed to Qi Haoxuan, then raised his head, adopting the demeanor of a worldly master. He waved the Buddhist Dust in his hand again. With his Daoist robe and the snow-white Buddhist Dust, his calm demeanor indeed intimidated many in the hall.
Qi Haoxuan didn't have that much patience anymore, he sneered and said, "If you have any nonsense, hurry up and say it." He originally wanted to say "spit it out," but restrained himself because Tiantian was beside him.
"I dare to ask if the Prince has recently been experiencing moments of distraction, doing things that are entirely contrary to his usual behavior?" The Daoist asked leisurely.
