"I, Wang River, pay my respects to the Heavenly Emperor Ye." Great Emperor Wang River bowed with utmost humility.
"I've long heard of the Heavenly Emperor Ye's renown, yet never had the chance to meet him. Seeing him today, it truly is the presence of a hero." Tianzhu praised loudly, though his eyes betrayed wariness, his face forced into a smile.
This world is such; the strong are as weighty as mountains, while the weak are as insignificant as ants. Though they've never met Ye Xuan, the legends of Ye Xuan alone convince them of his strength, especially having witnessed Ye Xuan's direct suppression of the Formless Heavenly Ghost today, it imposes a heavy pressure upon them. They dare not risk the slightest offense in their words.
Faced with the humble bows of the few, Ye Xuan felt no emotion, for he understood well the ways of human nature. If he were weak today, the few wouldn't need the Formless Heavenly Ghost to claim his life.
