Prince Qing had just settled a group of his clan relatives when he saw a conspicuously bright golden light emerging from the crack in the sky.
It was a spear wrapped around a person—Shen Siang, who had been cast in by his own father.
Prince Qing paused for a moment before bowing deeply towards the depths of the Imperial Temple:
"I'll arrange for the younger generation to evacuate, and leave everything here to Your Majesty."
"Go ahead, and ensure Xianma and the others leave safely."
Prince Qing knew that his Heart Image, Xiao Cha, which he had shown before, was merely the size of a fighter jet and was a vulture with average combat power. Emperor Taikang did not place too much hope in it.
The palace was about to become a battlefield. Prince Qing hurried away but did not go to arrange for the evacuation.
Instead, he flew to a secluded area, summoned his own Heart Image in the form of the vulture, and caught Shen Siang as he fell.
