" A new Holy Prince?" Song Shaokang and Song Fu were dazed in shock for a long time before the most important term hit them.

“Holy Prince!” The two exclaimed in the same breath. 

Song Fu added anxiously, “Kang’er, quick, we should also hurry over!” 

Song Shaokang nodded quickly and dashed to the main hall where the tests were being conducted.

But, halfway to the main hall, Song Shaokang stopped abruptly, and his face was drained of blood as beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

“What is it now?” Song Fu asked strangely, seeing that his son had stopped abruptly with a pale face.

Song Shaokang’s voice slightly trembled as he asked, “Father, do you think..., could it be…?!” 

Song Fu was even more perplexed by his son’s behavior, and he couldn’t figure out what his son was trying to say.

However, a thought flashed across his mind like lightning, and he understood what his...