The young man hung his head low, obscuring his features from view.
He slightly lifted his head, his gaze rising, piercing through the crowd to fall upon the three people approaching.
He took a step forward.
In an instant, he arrived.
He knelt on one knee, placing one hand on the edge of his pocket, lowering his head, and respectfully said, "Bai Zhiyu from the Mystical Hall, pays respect to Emperor Ye!"
At that moment, it seemed as if time stood still.
But only for a moment before everything returned to normal.
The surrounding Ghost Clan cultivators seemed unable to see this scene, not even casting a glance in this direction.
"Is he Senior Bai Zhiyu?"
Qiao Xinyu stood to the rear right of Ye Xuan, secretly scrutinizing the suddenly appeared young man, a bit surprised.
She had always assumed Bai Zhiyu was an elderly sage, but unexpectedly he was so young.
"At ease."
Ye Xuan gestured for Bai Zhiyu to rise and speak.
"Thank you, Emperor Ye."
