Under everyone's gaze.
The returned Wolf King was beside himself with emotion, so much so that even taking a step was difficult. That short stretch of road took him ages to cross.
Even so, The Emperor remained kindly, waiting for him with patience and not the slightest hint of impatience.
"Tsk, that kind of treatment... I doubt any Primarch could make The Emperor wait so patiently. Just look how worked up Leman Russ is."
Ron grew even more emotional.
Aside from the Machine Goddess, Xiao Ling, his little cotton-padded jacket, he had never seen The Emperor treat anyone with such a good attitude.
If it had been any other Primarch dragging things out like this, the old man's expression would probably have changed long ago.
It even made Lion and the others a little envious. No wonder the Primarchs had conflicts; most brothers fell out because their parent played favorites.
With The Emperor treating the Wolf King so well, the other Primarchs were bound to have thoughts about it. Later, they might even seek out that most filial son to "bond" with him.
However, Leman Russ himself, envied by the Primarchs, felt something completely different. The kinder The Emperor looked, the more panicked he became inside.
He kept feeling that there was some other meaning hidden in that gaze.
Besides, it was not that Leman Russ could not walk faster—his legs had gone weak. He had never walked such a long road in his life!
He vaguely recalled how he had cursed out the "fake Emperor," practically using every trick he had.
It seemed he had cursed the other party for nearly a third of a standard hour, not only spitting at him but also making an extremely insulting gesture?
"Father above, if that was real—"
The Wolf King did