The Strong Rule as Kings

"Heh, heh, heh... This is my first time seeing the Huan King in the flesh. He's no different, really. He just feels closer, more real!"

Amid the silence, a beautiful woman of about twenty-seven or twenty-eight spoke first. Her curls fell to her shoulders, and she wore a pink trench coat and jeans.

Xiao Ying's speechlessness made everyone think he was feeling awkward.

That was only natural. The people present were not the sort an ordinary man like Xiao Ying could meet, much less receive greetings from first.

"Demon Queen?!"

Xiao Ying looked the woman in the pink trench coat up and down, then answered with a smile.

The Demon Empress Ying Ying before him looked quite different from how she had appeared in Forging the Sacred Court. Clearly, her soul had entered that world, whereas Xiao Ying had crossed over bodily. Otherwise, only her clothes and bearing would have differed; her features would not have changed much.

"I've heard of you for so long, and now I finally get to meet you in person! You truly live up to your name as the Huan King, the pride of China..."

A silver-haired old man stood ramrod straight, the air of a soldier strong about him. His sharp gaze fixed on Xiao Ying as he praised him with a kindly smile.

"First, thank you for your attention and assistance. I've felt your goodwill and accepted it!"

The moment the old man began with a stock pleasantry, Xiao Ying raised a hand to cut him off and spoke earnestly.

"This is Elder Yang!" The silver-haired old man frowned, and Ying Ying hurried to introduce him.

In their minds, Xiao Ying ought to have been nervous and deferential. How could he interrupt the man and act so casually? Surely it was because he