When he spoke, below, no one dared to interrupt.
It was clearly a soft voice, yet it echoed around the great hall, resonating continuously, vibrating with a terrifying intensity.
It was terrifying to the extreme.
And as soon as Zhen Cang spoke, several princes within the hall, along with thousands of young men, all felt a tremor in their hearts.
They thought they misheard.
Since when did the Saint Emperor Court require such grand arrangements to receive a guest?!!!
Especially with the Sovereign himself appearing?
At least, in memory, for the past ten billion years, nothing like this had happened.
"This guest is somewhat special."
"First, he is only 1,500 years old."
"Second, he is only at the Prison Suppressing Emperor Extreme Realm."
"Third, he severely injured, almost crippling, the Third Prince Gou Yan."
"Fourth, my most beloved young daughter, Jiuyou, has a relationship with him that might be far closer than with me, her father."
In the silence, Zhen Cang continued.
