The deep crimson twilight suddenly consolidated, and an elderly man in a black robe walked out, cupping his hands and apologizing all around:
"Thank you for your hard work, pillars of the nation, and those guarding the four directions for waiting for this old man..."
Upon seeing him, everyone straightened up and cupped their hands seriously:
"Elder Zhao, don't speak so, we are truly honored..."
Who among those present had not received Zhao Yingchun's favor before they became kings or saints?
No one showed any arrogance, even the Martial Arts Great Saints, standing at the pinnacle of the world, displayed the utmost respect to the old man.
After a brief exchange with Zhao Yingchun, Xun San, standing at the forefront, clapped his hands and said with a smile:
"Ladies and gentlemen, put down the fine wine and tea first, let's follow the old man to the cave for fun, the celestial nectar is endless!"
He waved his hand lightly, and a gentle breeze blew from nowhere.
