As everyone knelt, Ye Wushuang was now certain that the newcomer was none other than the master of the Huanying Country, the Huanying Empress!
Ye Wushuang had heard of this Empress before. Her identity was said to be a great mystery.
No one knew where she came from. They only knew that not long after her arrival, she had established the Huanying Country with an iron fist. Shortly thereafter, she had elevated it to the ranks of an Overlord power, a testament to her fearsome capabilities.
Now, judging from her aura alone, Ye Wushuang guessed that the Huanying Empress's Cultivation was at the Pseudo-Saint level or higher.
"My apologies for this intrusion. I hope the Empress will forgive me."
Ye Wushuang cupped his fist. His voice, calm and composed, passed through the light gauze curtain and into the Phoenix Imperial Carriage. He remained unbowed, not bending his back simply because he was addressing the ruler of a nation.
