"Sir Li Ming..." Arthur rushed over, sliding on his knees, and by the time he reached, he was already prostrate on the ground, his voice trembling, "Holy Emperor of the Empire, Arthur, welcomes your descent."
He slowly raised his head, his face full of devotion and fear, "I am willing to become your most loyal servant, tending the entire Empire for you."
Behind him, a trace of disdain flickered in Abel's eyes. He had once admired his elder brother to some extent but never expected things to come to this, where he would display such a stance.
"Stand up!" came a deep reprimand from behind; it was Costat, his eyes simmering with anger, though he felt he had let everything go.
Yet seeing the Holy Emperor Arthur grovel in such a manner, still stirred a sense of annoyance.
Arthur seemed oblivious, simply looking up at Li Ming.
Li Ming glanced indifferently over Arthur without responding and walked straight past him.
