"Ah!"
With a howl of utter panic, Li Qilang was thrown straight out of the void, landing at Lin Bai's and Qian Hen's feet.
Still shaken out of his wits, Li Qilang raised his head and looked at Lin Bai and the Qian Family's Holy Son. His whole body immediately trembled, and he hurriedly saluted.
"Greetings, Emperor Lin Bai!"
Lin Bai's expression remained fairly calm. He said nothing, merely watching with a smile.
The Qian Family's Holy Son, Qian Hen, spoke up. "Li Qilang?"
Li Qilang clearly did not know Qian Hen, the Qian Family's Holy Son, much less that he was the owner of Drunken Immortal Pavilion.
Thus, when he heard Qian Hen call out to him, he was utterly bewildered. He raised his head and stared at Qian Hen in confusion.
The Pavilion Lord of Drunken Immortal Pavilion spoke up. "Idiot! This is the owner of our Drunken Immortal Pavilion!"
Only then did Li Qilang react. He hurriedly kowtowed. "This lowly one is Li Qilang. Greetings, Owner."
The Pavilion Lord of Drunken Immortal Pavilion warned him, "From now on, answer whatever the Owner asks. You'd better answer honestly."
"If you dare utter even half a lie, I'll make sure you die without a burial place!"
Like the Zhou Family's Patriarch and Ancestor before him, Li Qilang had no idea what was happening.
But after hearing the Pavilion Lord's scolding, his heart gradually tightened. His head bobbed repeatedly like a pecking chick as he nodded in agreement.
"Yes, yes, yes!"
"This lowly one will answer carefully."
Only then did Qian Hen slowly speak.
"Li Qilang, I have a question for you."
"How many people know that Brother Lin is the Devil Palace's Emperor's Son?"
"Have you ever announced this to outsiders?"
Upon hearing Qian Hen's question, Li Qilang froze