"Your son pays his respects, Father."
"Your son pays his respects, Father."
The members of the Imperial Clan on the Immortal Platform, including Chu Tianhuang in first place, all knelt in homage.
The other members of the Imperial Clan below the Immortal Platform also knelt and lowered their heads, not even daring to steal a glance upward.
The people from the other sects and factions, including the Demon Subduing Division and the Ten-Thousand-Year Aristocratic Clan, came to their senses and hurriedly knelt to pay their respects.
The two shadowy figures standing amid the clouds beside the Imperial Palace, Yuan Xinggang and Shangguan Hong, merely bowed slightly as a token of respect. Given their status and friendship with Emperor Chu, such mundane formalities were long since unnecessary.
Li Hao followed the others and was about to kneel on one knee, but a gentle force suddenly supported his body.
At the same time, a majestic yet amiable voice sounded in his mind. "Where is your master now?"
Li Hao froze briefly and looked around in bewilderment, before his gaze settled on the towering figure at the Imperial Palace.
"Your master once showed me kindness. You need not worry. Did he never mention this to you?"
The voice sounded again.
Li Hao was finally certain that the person transmitting his voice was Emperor Chu himself, the ruler of Yan Chu's Nine Thousand Immortal Cities and boundless territory.
He was among the foremost powerhouses in the entire True Realm, likely second only to the Immortal Emperors standing at the pyramid's peak.
"May I ask how Your Majesty could tell?"
Li Hao asked in puzzlement through a voice transmission.
At this point, there was no need to deny it. The other man's words did not sound like a bluff, either. Besides, with his strength and