"Disciple, why have you not yet knelt to pay respect to your master?"
Seeing Qin Zi's stiff face, Emperor Yu's smile became more benevolent, and his eyes squinted.
"Senior Ancestor, your master has arrived, quickly pay your respects. What are you waiting for? Do not forget your manners."
Su Xuanlong urged, his expression sincere, slightly anxious, as if he was afraid Qin Zi would be punished.
However, deep within that sincere expression was a trace of schadenfreude—Grandson, you have your day too!
Weren't you acting all high and mighty before?
Let's see what you do now!!
Qin Zi was still at a loss, his face shifting, as he somewhat feared Emperor Yu, but absolutely refused to kneel.
"Hmm? Disciple, why haven't you paid your respects?"
