"Rise..."
The trailing sound was prolonged, ethereal as if celestial music, yet in the ears, it carried a bone-chilling coldness.
This man, formidable to the point of eliciting submission from the depths of one's soul.
His voice had landed, yet no one dared to be the first to stand. Beiting Han, feeling somewhat uneasy, sneaked a glance, and instantly, overwhelmed with shock, he pointed at the only person standing upright on the scene, "Your Highness, this... person, Beiting Huang, she, she dares not to kneel!"
Yan Ye slightly raised an eyebrow, half-smiling as he spoke, "What? Do you have an opinion? The next time you see me, you too can choose not to kneel!"
Can you? Of course not.
