"Greetings to the Emperor."
Elder Tianji and Zhu Hui'an both saluted, even Elder Kaiyang, who was in a wheelchair, was forced to lower his head by Elder Tianji.
"Mr. Hui'an, as well as two uncles, this is the Sect, so there's no need for such formalities," Jiang Li said helplessly.
"Courtesy cannot be abandoned. Regardless of time and place, Your Majesty is the Emperor, and we must not be disrespectful."
Zhu Hui'an insisted on addressing positions properly everywhere, unwilling to lose etiquette.
Elder Tianji obviously shared a similar attitude. He didn't have much interaction with Jiang Li, thought more than Elder Kaiyang, and was destined not to casually call him "junior nephew" like Elder Kaiyang.
What's more, even though Elder Kaiyang's injuries were healed, he still had to sit in a wheelchair and returned from crawling out of a dog's mouth.
Perhaps, the Emperor may not be as magnanimous as he appears.
