Kneeling ceremonies like this had long disappeared in this age of advanced civilization, only appearing in traditional Huaxia weddings at most; of course, kneeling for durians or keyboards during courtship did not count.
Wang Ling paid attention to the expressions of these people. They were incredibly sincere and showed no signs of dissatisfaction or reluctance; kneeling seemed natural to them, almost instinctual.
"Your ancestor wasn't an Emperor, was he?" Wang Ling said.
"I don't know about that, but I do know that a lot of Emperors have borrowed money from my family," Zhang Menglong replied.
"Menglong, let them get up. They won't be able to stand the cold," Lu Yiyao said, somewhat distressed. Of course, he was even more curious about Zhang Menglong's background now—his influence was enormous, not just in Huaxia but even in Europe.
As for Wang Ling's internet celebrity girlfriend, she looked at Zhang Menglong as if he were a supernatural being.
