Guo Chi widened his eyes in confusion.

They neither understand how Feng Zhihao dares to be so conceited and arrogant, nor why Chu Zhiyuan doesn't leave.

How can the dignified prince be so arrogant?

Chu Zhiyuan said: "This young leader is indeed a person, we need to get to know him."

"Another arrogant guy!" Guo Chi glared in the direction of the main hall angrily.

Chu Zhiyuan was pacing in the courtyard with his hands behind his hands, taking the opportunity to practice while his super sense spread out, covering a thirty-foot radius.

The one he focused on was Feng Zhihao.

The file didn't say what kind of temperament Feng Zhihao had, but I didn't expect him to be so rebellious.

Regardless of his official position or his status as the heir apparent, the Houtu Cult could not neglect him, yet he dared to do this.

Naturally, he has something to rely on, or he also harbors resentment.

The root cause is the thirteenth prince's concubine, who is his sister.

The thirteenth prince, Prince Huai, is the father of Chu Zhichuan.

Of course there is no comparison between Prince Qing's Mansion and Prince Huai's Mansion. In Feng Zhihao's view, there is nothing the Crown Prince of Qing's Mansion can do against him.

Chu Zhiyuan observed Feng Zhihao's subtle movements and changes in his breath.

Feng Zhihao held incense to send to the believers. His breath was stable and he was not practicing martial arts. His expression was solemn and solemn, as if he was doing a sacred thing.

Chu Zhiyuan watched for a while and vaguely guessed that Feng Zhihao was training his mind?

Pure concentration of mind is a cultivation method of Houtu Sect?
Chapter completed!