Yang Xiao thought that if the ancestor were still alive and conscious, he would probably kill all these unworthy descendants first and then take his own life.
"How so?" The Old Manor Master chuckled wheezily, emitting a foul stench from his mouth akin to a black hole, as his serpentine eyes suddenly constricted: "Scared?"
"No, I just did not expect that Your Majesty's Dragon Energy was so abundantly overflowing already, causing us to fearfully commit an offense against the divine might. We ask Your Majesty to punish us." Nalan Shuo clasped his fists and bowed deeply.
These words landed squarely in the Old Manor Master's comfort zone; the previously menacing Evil Qi dissipated all at once, and a smug expression surfaced on that intimidating face, "No matter. You did not know and are blameless. As long as you can serve me from now on, concentrating on providing assistance, all glory and riches will be yours."
"Thank you for Your Majesty's grace!"
