After being driven away by the misty fog, Mu Weiliang and Qianxun headed in another direction.

Along the way, Qianxun couldn't stop complaining: "Your Highness, why are we so cowardly? Can't we fight with your senior brother? We just met Little Miss, and now we're separated again. I don't know when we'll meet again."

Mu Weiliang walked forward slowly, looking indifferent: "Although we don't eat or drink well without Junior Sister, I'd rather stay away from Junior Sister if Senior Brother keeps following her. Otherwise, I'm really afraid that Senior Brother will beat us up if he doesn't like us, and we'll be at a huge disadvantage."

Chihiro crossed her arms: "Hmph, so what if we get beaten up? We'll eat and drink well with our little miss, and it might even be a lot of fun. Right now, it's just the two of us, which isn't fun at all."

"Hey? Chihiro, what's wrong with you? How did you become so meddlesome, just like your little aunt? Does 'boring' mean there's nothing interesting? Does it only become interesting when there's fighting or a life-or-death struggle?"

Qianxun looked at Mu Weiliang with disdain: "Your Highness, have you forgotten what your senior brother just said? If we leave the secret realm and our cultivation remains stagnant, he won't let us off the hook. I don't mind, but Your Highness is the crown prince of a country. Isn't it a bit unseemly for you to be chased and beaten?"

Mu Weiliang shrugged: "I don't care. I don't care what others think. Besides, Senior Brother said that, but if it really comes to that, Senior Brother can't do anything about it either! He can't just keep me stuck in the secret realm. As for cultivation, I still think we should keep a calm mindset, otherwise being anxious won't help."

Chihiro sighed, "Your Highness makes a lot of sense!"

What can he do? With His Highness's temperament, he can't be pushed too far. He can only try to persuade him gently and get him interested on his own. Otherwise, it might be very difficult!

As the two were walking, they suddenly saw what looked like a fight ahead, as if they were fighting over something.

Mu Weiliang pulled Qianxun aside, ready to see what was going on.

It must be a struggle between independent cultivators. Mu Weiliang listened carefully and understood the gist of it.

It turned out that the two sides were fighting over a cub. Mu Weiliang found it uninteresting and didn't want to get involved. She just waited for the war to end so she could go over.

But fate had other plans. During the time Mu Weiliang was waiting, the two fought to a standstill, and for a time it was impossible to determine a winner.

Mu Weiliang was getting impatient and was just about to have Qianxun speak when, unexpectedly, an adorable little cub fell into her arms and clung tightly to her clothes.

The little guy pointed at Mu Weiliang, then at himself, and then at the group of people. Mu Weiliang was extremely annoyed by the little guy's actions; he didn't understand animal language.

The group of people who had just been fighting over the cub ran over and saw that the cub was in the Crown Prince's arms. They wanted to snatch it away, but they were afraid of the Crown Prince's authority.

"Your Highness, could you please give us the cub in your arms? We've been fighting over it for a whole day!"

Mu Weiliang had no intention of getting involved in other people's business. He was about to hand the cub over, but when the cub looked at him with its wet eyes, he felt a little reluctant.

Although she couldn't understand it, seeing the sadness in its eyes, Mu Weiliang withdrew her outstretched hand.

The middle-aged man, who was just about to catch the cub, stopped in mid-air and awkwardly withdrew his hand.

"Your Highness, this..."

Mu Weiliang stroked the fur of the cub in her arms: "I, the Crown Prince, will take this cub. You can go find others."

The middle-aged man stared speechlessly at the crown prince. Could this really be done? Just robbing him? But he was the crown prince; he could rob him, but they, the rest of the group, couldn't.

"Your Highness, I don't think you would be interested in the cub we captured. After all, as the crown prince of a nation, what kind of contracted beasts wouldn't you have? Why would you covet this little white tiger?"

Mu Weiliang shook her head: "No, no, no, it's the little brat who's taken a liking to me. It's clinging to me and won't let go! Look!"

Mu Weiliang picked up the cub and the white tiger cub clung to Mu Weiliang's clothes, leaving the two sides who had just fought completely bewildered.

They had just managed to catch the cub with great difficulty, but when they held it, the cub was in excruciating pain in their arms and wouldn't stop moving. That's why it ran away during the fight.

Now look at them, clinging to the Crown Prince's clothes and refusing to let go. Do they really think His Highness the Crown Prince is more precious than them?

Is this little white tiger starting to discern who it's dealing with?