Xiao Heng looked toward the overbearing and aggressive Shangguan Qing with a faint smile, saying, “Your Highness the Ghost King, would you step outside for a moment?”

“You think just because you said so, I’ll go? You’ve got no sense of seniority!” Shangguan Qing put on all the airs of an older brother. “Follow me!”

Xiao Heng suppressed the upward curve of his lips and obediently followed Shangguan Qing out of the tent.

They arrived at an open training ground nearby. Shangguan Qing had his firelance hoisted over his shoulder. Though he appeared mighty, he didn’t quite exude a commanding aura. He stopped walking, turned around with a fierce glare directed at Xiao Heng, clearly preparing to demonstrate his elder brotherly authority.