"Lord above, please accept Zhu Rong Lian's deepest bow!" Having said this, Zhu Rong Lian struggled to rise and went to kneel deeply in front of Zhu Bufan, leaving Zhu Bufan dumbfounded.
"What are you doing! Get up!!" Zhu Bufan, having regained his senses, was also quite startled by this sudden turn of events, and hurriedly shouted loudly. After hearing Zhu Bufan's words, Zhu Rong Lian slowly stood up, his face clearly showing his reluctance.
"What were you just doing? What's this talk about lords and servants?" Zhu Bufan frowned and sternly asked the sullen-faced Zhu Rong Lian in front of him.
"In our Zhu Rong Tribe, the rightful victor of a duel can make the loser serve as a servant until the servant defeats the master and earns their freedom." Zhu Rong Lian said, looking quite frustrated and clearly displeased with this.
