"Prince?!"
The old woman was stunned, looking Ding Ling up and down:
"Where are you a prince from?"
"Mother."
The beautiful girl, seeing the group of extraordinary people behind her following Yinkexi and Ma Guangzuo in kneeling, was also taken aback. Suddenly, she seemed to remember something, her heart greatly moved, and couldn't help but carefully scrutinize Ding Ling twice before whispering to the old woman:
"If I'm not mistaken, the visitor should be the First-Rank Prince of the Great Ming Dynasty, the Jiuzhou War God who single-handedly toppled the Mongol Kingdom!"
"What?!"
The old woman changed color, somewhat unable to believe there could be such a person in the world:
"The Mongol Kingdom, what a formidable and great nation, how could it be overthrown by one person. What does he rely on?"
"He relies on his personal martial power!"
The beautiful girl, seeing the old woman speaking unabashedly and loudly, felt quite embarrassed:
