Jin Wujiu acted as though he had forgotten about these people, carrying Jiang You's head back to his seat.
The singing and dancing resumed.
Situ Xun, Wang Qichuan, and the others knelt on the ground like statues.
Without Jin Wujiu saying anything, no one dared to get up.
The dancers leaped and twirled past them like flowers on horseback, and their flying skirts occasionally brushed across the group's faces.
Some of these foreign races even had the habit of wearing nothing beneath their skirts.
Situ Xun had never suffered such humiliation in his life. His aged body trembled with rage.
But as he trembled, he gradually realized that something was wrong.
Damn it, when did that old bastard Wang Qichuan crawl so far away while kneeling?
Wang Qichuan truly deserved his position as a family head who had climbed up from the bottom. He knew when to yield and when to stand firm. The moment he recovered from being beaten pale-faced, he began making plans for himself.
He subtly and slowly shifted his knees. Before long, he had moved from the cold jade floor onto the nearest carpet.
The instant his knees reached it, Wang Qichuan relaxed all over.
They were kneeling either way. At least his knees should be more comfortable.
Sensing gazes falling on him, he kept his eyes lowered and obediently bowed his head, not daring to turn around.
He didn't need to think to know that the old man from the Situ family must now have a face darker than the bottom of a cooking pot.
He secretly surveyed his surroundings and discovered that all the male and female servants here were at least B-class ability users.
These high-level B-class ability users could live very well in any base outside, even if they were not treated