The twenty-four Martial Sovereigns of Lingxiao Pavilion, or rather the twenty-three, followed Xia Naiwu and arrived at this commercial street.
They all hovered above, looking down at Xia Tianming, while Xia Naiwu's eyes were as sharp as cold blades.
The residents below the Imperial Capital saw the gathering of the twenty-four Martial Sovereigns of Lingxiao Pavilion and knelt to the ground, worshipping these supreme protectors of the Great Xia Empire.
"A report came in about someone causing trouble in the Imperial Capital. I never imagined it would be my uncle and nephew, or I would have greeted you both sooner."
"I didn't expect, Uncle, that you would once again break through to the Earth Tier Martial Sovereign with a mortal body, and my nephew, still in his twenties, shows potential as a Half-Emperor, truly with limitless prospects."
Though Xia Naiwu's eyes were cold, his words were polite.
However, Xia Tianming did not appreciate this, and neither did Xia Feng.
