Ying Zheng's Luring

Ying Zheng suddenly took an interest in Lin Qi, leaving Lin Qi greatly surprised.

He had merely fought Ying Sheng to a draw? Hadn't Lin Qi given Ying Sheng a thorough beating?

Fine, even if Lin Qi had only just fought Ying Sheng to a draw, was that enough for Ying Zheng to suddenly take such an interest in him? Ying Sheng was merely at the peak of the Saint Warrior realm. With Blood Qin Empire's immense national strength, there were countless experts who had broken through into the Saint realm. Was there really any need for Ying Zheng to make such a fuss over Lin Qi?

But this was the Blood Qin Empire. Since Ying Zheng had spoken, Lin Qi could only step forward and drop to one knee in salute.

Kneeling on one knee was the highest form of etiquette used by Western Continent nobles when granted an audience with an emperor. Ordinarily, those nobles merely bowed slightly when meeting an emperor. Since Lin Qi came from the West, it was only natural for him to use this form of greeting.

However, when an old eunuch behind Ying Zheng saw that Lin Qi had not fallen to both knees and prostrated himself in the grand rite of three kneelings and nine kowtows, his eyes widened. He stepped forward, pointing at Lin Qi as he prepared to rebuke him. But Ying Zheng gave a slight wave of his hand. The old eunuch immediately broke into an exceedingly genial smile, gave Lin Qi a mild glance, and obediently withdrew behind Ying Zheng.

"Rise. There's no need to be so formal!" Ying Zheng studied Lin Qi curiously from head to toe. After a long while, he nodded in satisfaction. "It is plain to see that you truly come from the Western