"Do you have a way?!"
Mo Tianze's expression brightened, nervously looking at Yan Hu.
The crowd watched Yan Hu with surprise, only Tang Wanru's expression changed. She opened her mouth wanting to say something, but she didn't know how to say it. Her eyes flickered for a moment, and then her gaze suddenly became resolute.
Yan Hu didn't answer the crowd's questions, instead lifting his head to look at Jiang Chen, whose complexion had darkened in the sky. A look of respect flashed across his eyes as he muttered to himself.
"To die at the hands of the Young Master is my honor!"
Jiang Chen in the sky, now controlled by the Eight-Headed Serpent, looked down at the group below with amusement. When he sensed Yan Hu's gaze, his heart shuddered fiercely.
This kind of look... isn't this how my followers look at me?
How... How can someone show such unreserved respect for him without using any power?
And it's coming from the depths of their soul?!
How could this be possible?!
