Figures thronged the Star Port, but now, they all greeted the Ancient King in unison. After their voices died down, an utter silence fell.
Even though Wu Yue was deeply reluctant, he didn't stubbornly refuse to participate. His etiquette was flawless.
After the greeting, the crowd looked up, their gazes discreetly falling upon the Ancient King before them.
The Bronze Ancient King's eyes were placid. His gaze swept across the powerful figures who stood at the apex of the Morning Star Sea. Many dared not meet his gaze, quickly looking away.
After a moment, he finally spoke, his voice slow. "Everyone, you're too kind."
Qing Cang gazed at his master, feeling both relieved and somewhat surprised.
His master had told him in advance that he would be coming, so that part wasn't too surprising. But the sudden, intense flare of the Flame Fire was something he hadn't mentioned.
