The Golden Eagle Emperor barely managed to compose himself; when he looked back at Yang Zhen, his expression had completely changed, becoming extremely gloomy.
Yang Zhen didn't know what trickery the cheap cat and Emperor Aotian were up to, and he didn't have the patience to play guessing games with these people. Just as he was about to speak, the Golden Eagle Emperor suddenly snorted coldly, intending to leave with a flick of his sleeve.
In haste, Emperor Aotian stopped him, saying, "Didn't you want to meet this senior? I've brought him to you; are you going to leave without saying a word?"
"Do you want me to embarrass myself even more?" the Golden Eagle Emperor glared and barked, glancing at Yang Zhen he said, "My eyes aren't blind. Whether he is a senior or not, I can see with one look. Bones don't lie about age. How old is he, and you call him a senior?"
