Whoosh—
A sound of breaking through the air resounded.
Suddenly, by the side of the Third Prince, there appeared a purple-clothed monk, with a face full of ravines, quite aged, whose presence, although restrained, gave Li Che a sense of oppression.
This was a top-level peak presence!
Li Che's eyes narrowed.
Though aged, the purple-clothed monk held his shoulders straight, his Qi and blood like a rainbow.
"Your Highness, in front of the Qintian Observatory Headquarters, do not rashly cause trouble."
"The death of Noble Princess Consort Ji is being investigated by Governor Wang, and the truth will surely come to light."
The purple-clothed monk spoke in a deep voice.
The Third Prince glanced coldly at Li Che and then turned to continue climbing the White Jade Staircase.
