There were twelve saints present in total, and they were all the descendants of the officials of Sacred Central Empire. They were the top-tier great beings of Mingjiang King.
There were some other saints who couldn't make it back in time as they were too far from Sacred City.
"Is it really you, Ruochen? It's been eight hundred years. Where were you for the past eight hundred years?"
Mingjiang King suddenly stood up, excited, and walked toward Zhang Ruochen.
Mingjiang King looked like a fifty-year-old, and he was around eight feet tall. He had broad shoulders and was wearing a silver-dragon crown and a silver robe. There was thick saint Qi and blood Qi inside his body as if a dragon were hibernating inside.
Mingjiang King's forces became stronger and stronger as he walked toward Zhang Ruochen.
A king of saints. Royal Uncle Twelve has indeed become a saint king, Zhang Ruochen thought.