"The grace of the Crown Prince surpasses even that of the late emperor," a deep voice arose from the back of the crowd.
Upon hearing the voice, the disciples seemed to have swallowed a tranquilizer, instantly quieting down and even picking up the weapons off the ground.
In the hearts of the disciples, Song Huaxu was omnipotent, already a god in their minds.
The fact that he was able to resurrect Song Ning further solidified the faith in their hearts.
Song Huaxu, pushing a wheelchair, slowly made his way forward.
Shen Shuyun had changed into a new set of clothes, a royal purple, chosen by Song Huaxu himself.
This set of clothes was Song Ning's favorite.
She sat expressionless in the wheelchair, with Song Huaxu standing behind her.
"The State Preceptor really puts on quite the airs, requiring such an elaborate invitation to make an appearance," Xiao Pingfeng said upon seeing Song Huaxu come out, shaking the Angel Envoy in his hand, "How about it, should I give you some face?"
