Two young men followed the palanquin, and within the blink of an eye, they ascended above the prisoner's battle arena.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
At that moment, two sharp sounds echoed, drawing the attention of most of the audience.
Then, in front of everyone, behind the cloud of mist that emerged from the palanquin, two elderly figures appeared, both beaming with vitality.
In an instant, the two old men arrived in front of the palanquin and slightly bowed their bodies.
"Your Majesty is honored with our presence."
The two old men said in unison respectfully.
At the same time, one of the elders stepped forward to lift the curtain of the palanquin, looking inside, "Your Majesty, please."
A stern middle-aged man dressed in a golden dragon robe slowly walked out of the palanquin, stepping on thin air, as if setting foot on a flat surface.
The stern middle-aged man sported a notable eight-word mustache, making him quite distinctive.
