Broad-browed and bright-eyed, with slightly hollow cheeks, Chu Xianda was not tall, but dressed in a bright yellow imperial robe, he looked exceedingly imposing. He had been on the throne for more than a decade, and naturally possessed an emperor's aura of looking down upon the world.
When Lu Xingkong led a group of people out to welcome him, Chu Xianda happened to be stepping down from the imperial carriage. The Second Prince, Chu Jiang, stood at his side, with guards as thick as a forest behind him and countless eunuchs in attendance.
"Your subject Lu Xingkong pays his respects to His Majesty. With Your Majesty visiting in person, the Lu Mansion is graced beyond measure." Lu Xingkong waited at the entrance and was about to kneel in salute.
Rustle, rustle—
A large swath of people behind Lu Xingkong fell to their knees.
There was no helping it. With the sovereign visiting in person, proper etiquette could not be discarded. Li Mu Yang was also mixed in among the crowd, kneeling in the snow in a thoroughly undignified manner.
He did not know what was going on, but kneeling made him feel intensely uncomfortable. A vicious aura lingered in his heart, as if this emperor who had just arrived owed him several hundred Gold Coins.
Ever since his battle with the Xifeng Sword God last time, Li Mu Yang had often felt that something was not quite right with his body. The black dragon fused with him was growing more and more restless, giving him the feeling that it might burst out of his body at any moment.
This filled Li Mu Yang with secret worry. He absolutely could not let the black dragon's consciousness take control, much less expose his true-dragon identity in Tiandu City.
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