As Li Chen's identity came to light, Yi Yu, kneeling beside him, was so horrified that words failed him. He wished he could slap himself across the face.
His Ancient Imperial Clan possessed a powerful bloodline and exalted status in its remote homeland. His ancestors had even included emperors, making him the envy of countless people.
But who was this man? The reigning emperor! The dynasty's bloodline revered him above all others. He was the absolute center of any hierarchy based on bloodline.
To put it harshly, even if Yi Yu drained every drop of blood from his body, it might not be as precious as Li Chen's spit.
Calling themselves an Ancient Imperial Clan was the flattering way of gilding their own faces. Put bluntly, weren't they just a fallen aristocratic family?
Lin Xun, who came from an ancient sect, was indeed arrogant. He did not subscribe to bloodline hierarchies, nor did he care whether his opponent belonged to an imperial clan.
He was kneeling here solely because Li Chen was in the Saint Realm. He had no choice.
If he refused to kneel, wouldn't that be a provocation?
The man before him was undoubtedly a Saint Realm expert. His face still hurt from that slap.
One could also say that he and Yi Yu had gone looking for trouble and picked the strongest, highest-ranking spectator in the crowd to attack.
"Rise, everyone. I'm merely traveling incognito today." Once they had knelt long enough, Li Chen allowed them to stand.
The Wu Family head and the Wu Family patriarch flanked Li Chen, inviting him to take the seat of honor.
The Wu Family head said that, unaware of His Majesty's arrival, he had failed to welcome him properly and begged his forgiveness!
The Wu Family patriarch also declared that