Yun chujiu thought that a wise man would not be at a disadvantage in front of him. Therefore, this fellow also knelt down.
This fellow comforted himself in his heart. Anyway, the person in front of him was a dead person. He could just... sweep his grave.
What surprised Yun chujiu was that the emperor Shen said indifferently, “Although the ghost race has submitted to our celestial race, as the ghost ancestor, your status is equivalent to a divine venerate. Get Up! Give me a seat.”
Just as the Emperor Shen said that, a servant moved a chair to the left and placed it on the first seat.
Yun chujiu did not know what the Emperor Shen was up to, but she still walked to the side of the seat and sat down.
She thought of Lan Luofang and the others, but when she looked up, she found that Lan Luofang and the others had disappeared.
