The masked figure flinched slightly. He pulled down the black cloth covering the lower half of his face. He revealed plump cheeks completely soaked in cold sweat. Third Prince Zhao Ming let out a very long sigh while rubbing his wildly beating chest. "Your mouth is incredibly sharp, Brother Xiao," Zhao Ming grumbled. He walked closer. He glanced around the garden with extreme caution. "If First Brother or Sima You found out I came here tonight, my head would absolutely be separated from my body by tomorrow morning." Xiao Chen snorted in amusement. His sharp eyes scanned the Qi fluctuations completely surrounding Zhao Ming. He actively ensured no other shadows had followed him. "He came completely alone. Without the Shadow God's escort," Xiao Chen thought. He was slightly impressed. "This clown prince finally found the courage to take off his protective leash. He fully realized that bringing an Imperial Pillar to my headq