Chapter 005: Prince Lian

Molian never felt like looking at anyone else. His gaze remained fixed on the cold and indifferent little girl from the beginning to the end.

Dismounting and striding quickly towards the tall tree, Molian followed the little girl's outstretched arm and looked up. It was a desolate mountain covered with weeds and dead trees, seemingly uninhabited for many years. From a distance, it appeared to be a silent and desolate expanse of withered yellow and gray.

But the girl's arm had been pointing at the mountain all this time, without saying a word, just coldly gesturing towards it, her gaze chillingly fixed on the leader of the Tian Dao Sect in his blue robe.

Molian didn't like those clear, bright, and cold beautiful eyes staring at others like that. He furrowed his brows slightly and suddenly turned around, glaring fiercely at the man in the blue robe.

The latter was frightened by the glare, his hair almost standing on end, and he involuntarily took a step back to avoid the terrifying gaze.

Molian suddenly smiled like a spring breeze and rain, as if the sharp and cold glance from before was just an illusion. He turned to the silent tall tree and seemed to instantly understand the little girl's gesture, asking softly, "The Xuan Stone Mine? Is it on that mountain?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the gazes of several disciples of the Tian Dao Sect changed, and the young nobleman who had been flattered and fawned over by the officials shuddered slightly, beads of cold sweat once again seeping from his forehead.

Molian seemed to have just noticed the nobleman with sweat on his forehead at this moment, and a smile appeared on his handsome face. He turned back to the man and nodded, "So, dear Third Prince is also here."

The young nobleman, Mo Teng, tried to force a friendly smile, but it looked as if it had been carved out with a knife, only managing to produce a stiff curve.

Molian just casually greeted him, and seeing the unnatural stiffness on "dear brother's" face, the smile in his eyes deepened. He then moved closer to the tall tree and naturally reached out to take her small hand. However, the tall tree stepped back, avoiding Molian's fingers, and gestured with her small arm towards the family of Qiao Lao.

"Release them before taking us over?" Molian really wanted to give himself a pat on the back for his quick thinking. Although the little girl didn't speak, he always understood her meaning instantly.

"Outrageous! How dare you make conditions with our Tian Dao Sect?"

"Release them," Molian said calmly, immediately silencing the disciples of the Tian Dao Sect.

"Your Highness!" The disciples of the Tian Dao Sect were displeased. The Tian Dao Sect held a superior position in the entire Si Kong Star, and they were used to being respected and flattered. The prince's attitude was a bit too much.

"The prince said, release them!" The prince's voice was neither loud nor low, and his tone was not particularly severe.

He repeated his words, and as soon as he finished speaking, a dozen or so black-clad youths drew their swords, the killing intent gathering in their eyes.

The disciples of the Tian Dao Sect could only look at Molian with suppressed anger, opening their mouths but not daring to speak out in opposition.

They knew very well that if they dared to oppose, the outcome would be death.

Those familiar with Prince Lian generally knew that his calm and serene demeanor, like that of an exiled immortal, was only superficial. In reality, this prince was full of cunning and schemes, accustomed to making unilateral decisions. Even the two vice sect masters of the Tian Dao Sect were extremely deferential to Prince Lian and dared not easily offend him.

Once Prince Lian became angry, those who offended him would likely meet a grim and irreversible end. What Prince Lian disliked the most was having his words repeated multiple times.

Generally, when he spoke, it was equivalent to the final decision, so those close to him would not foolishly repeat their questions.

In his seemingly unthreatening tone, there was already a hint of killing intent.

The disciples of the Tian Dao Sect could only swallow their anger and retreat, waving their hands to release the Qiao Lao family.