Another, even more majestic, mountain appeared in front of the Imperial City.
It was the Xiang clan leader. He gazed apathetically at Chen Changsheng and declared, "It is already late. It is inconvenient even for Your Holiness to enter the palace."
He turned to Luoluo and said, "Your Highness must keep in mind the dignity of the White Emperor clan in your conduct."
Although these words were spoken indifferently, they had an incredible weight.
Luoluo looked at this elder that had spoiled her rotten as a child and suddenly found his face to be very unfamiliar.
Chen Changsheng knew of the Xiang clan leader's position in the Council of Elders and could clearly feel his unfathomable strength.
But his response was still calm, straightforward, unflinching.
Like a shallow stream, its surface like a mirror, so clear that one could see the bottom, but between the swimming fish was naught but hard stone.