Old Father and Son

As the voice rang out, the old father and son instinctively turned to look behind them. They saw a man in armor, with a handsome, strikingly heroic face, riding slowly toward them on a tall horse.

Four equally handsome subordinates followed behind him on horseback, handsome to an almost absurd degree.

Every one of them could be called a fine-looking man if taken alone, but the leader's bearing was even more extraordinary. Though he made scarcely any movements, he carried an indescribable majesty.

The old man did not dare look for long. He immediately lowered his eyes, pulled his son down into a kneel, and thought...

Judging by the clothing and that entourage, he must at least be a general!

Who could have known that before this thought had even settled, the voices of the city guards behind him rang out in unison.

"Your subjects greet the Great King!"

"T-The Great King?!"

Hearing this, the old man lost his composure and cried out on the spot.

Realizing that he had shown disrespect before the Great King, the old man hurriedly covered his mouth, then began kowtowing to Zhou Xu.

"Great King, forgive me! Great King, forgive me! This humble one did not know the Great King was here in person and offended you! Great King, please forgive me!"

At the same time, the old man's son reacted a beat more slowly, but after coming to his senses, he also began kowtowing right behind his father. His head struck the ground with loud thuds. It was clear that he was holding nothing back, and blood soon began to flow.

"Great King, forgive me! Spare my father! Great King, forgive me!"

Amid his pleas for mercy, the young man, who mistakenly thought his father was doomed, wept torrents of tears and mucus.