The man in the brocade clothing, who was the Holy Son of the True Dragon Clan, had not yet spoken.
The eight protectors of the True Phoenix Clan standing on either side spoke in unison:
"Holy Son!"
"Holy Son!"
"Holy Son!"
Almost simultaneously, they bent their backs...a ninety-degree bow!
Only the Holy Son of the True Dragon Clan could make their proud heads bow down so low, not daring even to lift their eyes to look at him.
Only the Holy Son could make them willingly discard their dignity and submit at his feet!
The Holy Son glanced at them indifferently, then shifted his gaze to the mountains, looking at the top of the Tiandu Palace, and said faintly:
"This is the ancient relic, Tiandu Palace?"
"To answer the Holy Son! This is indeed the ancient relic Tiandu Palace!" Ye Ziqi replied.
The Holy Son nodded, looking coldly at the sky and the dilapidated steps.
