Chương 1591: Behind the Times

This Venerable Sovereign was very young. For Martial Sovereigns, 50 was kind of young. And this one was a man in his early 40s. He looked extraordinarily dignified.

He was wearing a wide, dark green robe and a close-fitting flaming red war suit inside it. He naturally reminded people of ambitious, successful people. His eyes flashed with intelligence.

If he had been ten years younger and with no beard, it would be absolutely fitting to call him a handsome man.

Jiang Chen suddenly laid his eyes on the right index finger of this Venerable Sovereign. Then he turned pale. A familiar ring had come into his sights.

Jiang Chen was wearing one that looked exactly the same. It was the Divine Fire Ring.

This meant that he was one of the inheritors of the Flame Emperor. In theory, since the two of them were from the same world, the Divine Fire Ring should have warmed up in warning. But somehow, it didn't.