"Yes, master!"
As Yang Yan's command was given, the figures before him disappeared, leaving only emperors dressed in dragon robes and some sect leaders at a loss.
They looked at Yang Yan, trembling, not daring to act recklessly.
*For they knew that the person before them was extraordinary!*
*Up until now, they still hadn't discerned his true strength!*
*They only knew that he could subdue the Turbid Dragon Vein with just three words!*
"I just heard the Eighth Prince calling him master!" a middle-aged man in a dragon robe whispered.
His face bore deep shoe prints.
"Are you sure you didn't mishear? The direct son of the Primordial Emperor recognized another as his master?" exclaimed the young emperor in a brand-new dragon robe.
He immediately covered his mouth, not daring to breathe loudly.
"Yes, really, I saw and heard it with my own eyes and ears.
You might have been focusing on him the whole time, not noticing.
