Prince Charming is a Frog

XVIII. Prince to the Rescue!... Or Maybe Not

XVIII.

*sniff sniff*

Prince Ling's bunny lines appeared along with the wrinkles in between his eyebrows when he smelled something. He smells smoke, and when there is smoke, there is fire. Fire in the middle of the woods is dangerous if not controlled.

That matter aside, that could also mean that excluding them there are also other shapeshifters around, most probably belonging to that of the Fire race.

A friend or a foe... the prince is still uncertain until he heard the loud cry of his poor attendant.

"Your highness! Help me!"

With just their gazes meeting at one point, Prince Ling and Master Lian arrived at the same conclusion. Without a word leaving their lips, they headed to where Yang's voice came from. As they get closer to the location, the higher the temperature gets and the thicker the smoke becomes. The blow of the breeze isn't helping either but rather making the situation worse.

Dried leaves got consumed and yet the blazin