Qin Chen cast his gaze towards the grand and imposing Jingyue Palace, feeling no discomfort whatsoever.
Though he was just a disciple from the Saber Saint Cliff, even in terms of status, the Jingyue Emperor was beneath him.
"So young?"
Someone was slightly surprised.
"Don't judge by appearances, they might already be forty or fifty years old," someone next to him said.
"The Jingyue Dynasty welcomes the two Saints from the Saber Saint Cliff."
As the voice of the Jingyue Emperor fell, the civil and military officials standing beside the golden carpet all prostrated themselves on the ground with utmost respect.
Even the Jingyue Emperor and the Jingyue Empress Dowager slightly bowed in greeting.
"No need for such formalities, everyone."
Qin Chen waved his hand indifferently and walked with Lin Songyun towards the Jingyue Emperor.
