Chapter 129: Clovis Village's Rise

The corners of Torr's mouth raised slightly as he slowly moved towards his 'throne' elevated on the side.

"Leader." 

The group bellowed, giving a deep bow.

It was a common rule everywhere in this world, including the palace and even within the villages, that when a ruler is about to sit on his highly decorated throne, they must show respect.

The throne must always be honored. It was a relic that had existed for hundreds and thousands of years, with the many village chiefs sitting in that very same spot. 

Do you know the history embedded with this throne? 

At this point, it was like a relic. And if they were powerful Sky Hailers, they would be able to leave a whiff of their essence on the throne the longer they sat. 

The group only raised their heads after Torr sat and gave the order.

As for Fabian, he stood beside his father with an equally proud demeanor.