He was clad in a white linen cloth and a pair of boots woven from weeds, and his hair were bound up with a stone hair stick. He emanated no towering arrogance and carried no dignified bearing. He just sat there like an old man who had just finished chatting with a neighbor, simple and ordinary, without any extraordinary signs of the legendary figure. He was the Sacred Emperor of the human race, the Yellow Emperor, Xuanyuan.
Wu Qi felt he could not lie in front of a mighty figure like this. So, he gave out his true name.
Xuanyuan smiled. He lightly patted the armrest of his throne and said, "I thought Tan Lang is the name of the new Marquis of Dong Hai Province?"
Still kneeling, Wu Qi bowed and said, "Wu Qi is this subject's true name, and Tan Lang is the name of this subject's Master."
