“Young Master Meng, it’s been three years since we last met, hasn’t it? I often hear tales of your exploits from storytellers in the imperial city,” the Second Imperial Prince, Jiang Zhu, remarked. Standing tall and upright with a heroic bearing, he patted Meng Jingzhou’s shoulder with a smile, as though he was greeting a good friend he hadn’t seen in ages.0

“You two know each other?” Lu Yang asked, then realized his question was redundant. Right, who in the imperial city doesn’t know Meng Jingzhou?0

Meng Jingzhou transmitted an auditory message to Lu Yang. “Back when I was doing well in the imperial city, I beat up his younger brother, his biological brother born to the same parents. That’s how we became acquainted.2

Oh man! Lu Yang thought, As expected of the imperial city’s tyrannical bully—he even dared to beat an imperial prince.0

“I presume these two are the inventor of the Dreamlike Bubble Mirage,...0