If a droplet of water fell into boiling hot oil, the entire Snake Tribe erupted.
The crowd knelt down in masses, offering three kowtows and nine bows of great reverence, "We greet the Dragon Queen."
The group of snakes were overwhelmingly excited, producing waves of hissing.
Some were so moved they sniffled, trembling as they said never in their lives had they expected to see the Dragon Queen again.
"I, as a Dragon Queen, have never been worshipped by the Snake Tribe, nor publicly recognized by your Dragon Emperor. I have no formal title, there's no need for such grand ceremonies." Qing Li crossed a long leg over the armrest, lazily blowing on her fingernails.
Her posture, both arrogant and aloof, exuded an aura far stronger than Yu Longting's.
Chang Hao prostrated his body to the ground, speaking with utmost sincerity, "When the Dragon Emperor was alive, he often instructed us, saying you are our only mistress."
