This face...
Why does it seem familiar?
Yet somehow, I can't quite recall.
There was no time for further thought; after a brief moment of distraction, the Medicine King immediately walked to the gilded chair in the center of Longteng Hall.
And slowly took a seat.
"We pay our respects to the Medicine King!"
In an instant, the wealthy businessmen all stood up and knelt at the center of the grand hall.
Three bows, nine kowtows.
However, Julius Reed remained seated in his place.
Sipping tea.
Gulping... Gulping...
After the shouting, only the sound of drinking tea remained in the hall filled with hundreds of people.
Distinctly audible!
The Medicine King's eyebrows knitted into a frown.
That seat had been unoccupied for nearly a hundred years.
The last time, it was the Sect Leader of Kunlun who personally came.
But afterwards, Kunlun was obliterated by the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance for reasons unknown.
