Prince Rong's eyes sparkled brightly as he held up his magic wand, instantaneously solidifying the purple flame wall into a gigantic fire lion that charged towards Nian Bing with unparalleled speed.
"Grandfather, no!" A horrified voice echoed from the direction of the tunnel, a white figure rushing quickly towards the hall. It was Rong Bing.
Not long ago, when Nian Bing left the study, Rong Bing's emotions fluctuated continuously. Seeing his brother once again, his excitement was no less than Nian Bing's. When Nian Bing left, though he was anxious, he knew that he couldn't leave too quickly, else Nian Bing's identity could easily be exposed. But, he felt an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart and unable to resist the pull, he left the library after Nian Bing had been gone for a while.