Imperial Prince
Editor: Henyee Translations
"Ling Han, my Young Master has summoned you!" A purple-robed man ran to his abode, and then said these words.
Ling Han faltered upon hearing this. What was going on?
This was the Nine Suns Holy Land?
"And what is your Young Master?" Ling Han asked with a smile.
"How dare you!" The purple-robed man flew into a thunderous rage, and delivered a palm strike towards Ling Han.
He was in the late stage of the Core Formation Tier, and he had used his full power in this strike without any reservations at all.
Ling Han frowned, and dodged to the side.
The purple-robed man didn't attack again. Instead, he proudly retracted his palm, and said, "Our Young Master is the descendant of Ancestral Fire Clouds, Imperial Son Lin Lang!"
Imperial Son?
With a thought from Ling Han, he said, "Alright, then let's go and see your Imperial Son."
He was curious. Why had an Imperial Son come to find him?