Chapter 25: Northern Dusk Kingdom's Crown Prince, Yun Mojin (Part 2)

He looked indescribably stunning.

He was in the midst of the crowd, yet the aura of pride and arrogance in his bones could be felt clearly. There weren’t any flaws in his facial features as if all of the radiant glory in the world were amassed on him. He looked like the most astonishing and unforgettable figure in the ancient picture scrolls.

He was dressed in a purple robe, making him look lavish, aloof, and proud.

As he casually glanced around, it made him look as if he was a wise and mysterious god.

At that moment, it seemed as though all of his thoughts were shown on his face.

What made Xiao Qianhan frozen in place wasn’t because of the man’s stunning look. It was due to the glance from the man that was majestic and shocking. For that instant, her mind was shaken slightly.

This man is definitely an expert, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to release such an intimidating aura so naturally.

Xiao Qianhan lowered her head so as to not meet the man’s sharp gaze anymore. She continued to make a detour and pretended she hadn’t heard anything.

All of a sudden, there was a flash of saber and sword lights in front of her eyes. She looked to the side and saw someone wielding a weapon to attack the young master.

Things looked bad. Xiao Qianhan would be inevitably involved in this disaster as she was already a fish in this pond. She withdrew her gaze and hastened her footsteps.

However, it seemed that the group of assassins were afraid that someone would spill the beans, as this entire place was actually packed with assassins! The passersby that had faces of pity were now replaced with faces of fear.

It seems like this man's identity isn't simple, otherwise, these people wouldn't try to assassinate him without thinking of the consequences.

Xiao Qianhan wanted to leave this place, but it was already too late! Someone had already noticed her presence.

The dazzling saber light was flying over while being filled with unstoppable spirit power. Xiao Qianhan held the life-saving enchanted tool in her hand. It could only be used once, and just as she was about to toss it when the saber light was close to her, she felt a powerful arm holding her by her waist.

Immediately after, the attacker spat blood and died upon being counterattacked by a bright slash.

Surrounded by the smell of blood all around her, Xiao Qianhan suddenly smelled the fragrance from the person who was holding her waist. It wasn’t like the fragrance of flowers or the peculiar ambergris of the royal clan, but it was a unique smell. She was a bit distracted at the moment the pleasant smell entered her nose.

Xiao Qianhan was slightly surprised when she raised her head to see who it was. It was actually the man who was pestered by He Xiaowen earlier!

Xiao Qianhan immediately averted her gaze and lowered her gaze to see the hand that held her waist. It was slender like jade and the joints could be clearly seen. Each of his fingers was firm as they tightly grasped her waist. She looked up again and frowned at the man. Just as she was going to ask him to let go...

Another wave of attack arrived.

Each individual that wanted to assassinate him had very high cultivation levels.

Who in the world is he?

Or did he offend someone?

In just a short period of time, several questions flashed through quickly in her mind. But in that instant, Yun Mojin flew up and left the place while carrying Xiao Qianhan effortlessly.

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As for He Xiaowen, she was acting outside of Xiao Qianhan's expectations. Just now, she looked like a weak woman, but she immediately became a different person the moment the assassins approached her. These assassins were actually no match for her. Her cultivation was extremely high and was seemingly superior to the geniuses of the Purple Moon Kingdom, Murong Ce and Xiao Yuluo.

When He Xiaowen saw that Yun Mojin was leaving with a woman he wasn’t even familiar with, her rosy lips turned pale and tears began to well up in her eyes. Was she not even equal to an unfamiliar woman in his eyes? There was no turning back for her anymore, her clan needed her to get close to him.