Fan Wu looked down with a lofty gaze at the Crown Prince of the Shangwu Dynasty standing before him.
He hadn't expected the Crown Prince of the Shangwu Dynasty, who had lived for who knows how many years, to reveal such a loss of composure.
However, after a moment's thought, it seemed quite normal since the other party would naturally react this way when his strength was inferior to his own... It wasn't surprising.
At this moment, the Crown Prince of the Shangwu Dynasty, seeing that Fan Wu had no excess reaction, couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.
Just as he was about to say something, he hadn't expected that Fan Wu would suddenly speak up.
Fan Wu said in an extremely calm tone, uttering words that made the Crown Prince of the Shangwu Dynasty's pupils shrink, "I, the poor Daoist, have no interest in the throne, and even less interest in the so-called position of Crown Prince... Actually, I should be too lazy to bother with the so-called grudges between you and me."
