Under everyone's gaze, Sword Slave still wore a calm, faintly mocking smile as he watched the old hero Qian on the platform.
Seeing the look in Sword Slave's eyes, Qian Menghu finally became certain... this visitor meant him ill, and his purpose was simple!
Before everyone's horrified eyes, the old hero Qian dropped straight to his knees with a thud, pressed his forehead to the floor, and roared himself hoarse, "Honored Immortal Master of the Immortal Sect, please accept Qian Menghu's bow!"
An uproar broke out. Everyone turned to look warily at the young Immortal Master, who remained utterly unruffled beneath their gazes. Guests at the nearest tables immediately began retreating quietly.
Qian Menghu shoved aside his panicking daughter and several disciples, shuffled forward on his knees, and slammed his forehead heavily against the ground again... "Honored Immortal Master, if the Golden Flower Sect has unwittingly offended you before, I beg the Immortal Sect's forgiveness! Th-the Imperial Court's prince gave an order... how could the Golden Flower Sect, a mere martial sect, dare refuse? We had no choice! Our hands were tied! Immortal Master..."
Seeing that the Second Prince's messenger had resolutely abandoned him, the old hero Qian immediately gritted his teeth and began shifting blame, hoping to win a chance to live!
Everyone grew still more silent, slowly retreating to watch coldly from the sidelines. Some core disciples of the Golden Flower Sect silently approached the foot of the platform. Though their faces were horrified, they gritted their teeth and did not flee.
Sword Slave looked around and sighed. "Wasn't it nice when everything was happy and lively? Why has everyone scattered?"
Qian Menghu knelt trembling on the ground, as though treading on thin ice.
Sword Slave shook his head and walked over.
Every Martial Warrior, Rogue Cultivator, unaffiliated