The Sovereign Descends Upon Spirit Mountain

The Spirit Mountain Envoy knelt on the ground, suffering unprecedented humiliation. In all his life, this was the first time he had knelt on both knees before someone.

Mystic Warriors did not kneel—this was the common understanding across the Soaring Dragon Continent!

A man could be killed, but not humiliated. Kneeling was humiliation. Mystic Warriors knelt not to heaven, not to earth, not to the strong, and not to emperors. At most, they would kneel on one knee; that was already the limit.

Forcing someone to kneel on both knees was simply the greatest disgrace.

The only one to blame was this Spirit Mountain Envoy for provoking Fan Lang. Fan Lang had long been the sort who killed without batting an eye. How could he be so easily provoked?

Fan Lang's tiger-like gaze shifted and settled on the Spirit Mountain Envoy as he barked, "When I arrived just now, I saw you accept a Currency Card. What was that about?"

"Her Majesty the Queen gave it to me in private. She asked me to put in a few good words for her when I returned to Spirit Mountain and delay the tribute deadline. There was just a little tea money on the two Currency Cards, nothing more," the Spirit Mountain Envoy answered tremblingly.

"So there was more than one. You actually had the nerve to demand two cards. Spit out what you swallowed!"

"Yes."

The Spirit Mountain Envoy took out the two Currency Cards, which had not even had time to warm in his possession, supported them with Mystic Power, and slowly sent them over to Fan Lang.

Fan Lang snatched them up and inspected them. There were two deposits inside, neither of them small. They were definitely not merely tea money.

"You think you deserve to have my people