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He returned to Tingtao Courtyard, washed himself up, sat on the couch, and finally found some tranquility.
In his hand, he still held the Flying Dragon Bone, and on his chest, he still wore the Flying Dragon Ball. The Dragon Transformation Technique surged like a torrent, making the golden hues in his bones even richer.
He sighed at another busy and fulfilling day.
The most significant event was the confrontation with Cheng Tianfeng.
Even now, he found it exhilarating.
Moreover, the gains were substantial.
However, forcing Cheng Tianfeng into madness this time left him wondering how the Emperor and the Court would react.
Amidst alliances and negotiations, forcing Cheng Tianfeng into madness could cause some negative impacts.
But it still felt incredibly satisfying.
As the Princely Heir, he had the privilege of such recklessness, especially compared to Cheng Tianfeng's madness, he was far behind.
He quickly set aside Cheng Tianfeng and pondered Mo Chunyu.
