The two had been imprisoned for many days, their cultivation sealed. They still wore ordinary prison garb, their hair disheveled and their faces pale. There was not the slightest trace left of the bearing of an imperial prince or a Holy Dynasty prodigy.
The instant they saw Chen Changqing seated in the seat of honor, flames of venomous hatred flared in their eyes.
When they saw Wang An and Yin Jiuxuan standing to one side, those flames turned into humiliation and unwillingness.
"Chu Xiong, why haven't you greeted Holy Son Chen?"
Wang An barked in a low voice, his words carrying a warning.
Chu Xiong gritted his teeth so hard that his chest heaved violently. In the end, he squeezed out a few words through clenched teeth.
"Gre... greetings, Holy Son Chen."
On the other side, under Yin Jiuxuan's gaze, Yue Xuan chose silence and merely turned his head aside.
Chen Changqing did not look at them at all. His gaze fell upon Wang An and Yin Jiuxuan.
"You have seen the people."
"I will have someone inventory the items later."
"If there are no problems, you may leave."
He waved a hand as though shooing away a few irritating flies.
Wang An and Yin Jiuxuan felt as though they had been granted amnesty. They hurriedly bowed to Chen Changqing once more, then each grabbed one of the captives and tried to leave this place of trouble as quickly as possible.
They did not wish to remain for even a moment longer.
Dragged along by them, Chu Xiong and Yue Xuan staggered toward the hall doors.
Humiliation, fury, resentment—countless emotions churned within their hearts.
They were favored sons of heaven, figures destined for greatness, yet here they had been treated like prisoners beneath the steps.
Just as they were about