Although he was currently inhabiting the frail frame of a five-year-old, Zhang Fengxi couldn't fully disguise the spirit of the supreme general.
Despite his stripped cultivation, his posture and every movement retained the quiet power of a warrior who had conquered countless battlefields.
"Zhang Fengxi greets Your Majesty. May Your Majesty's reign last for ten thousands of years," Zhang Fengxi said once he fell on his knees.
A flicker of amusement danced across Xie Jianshen's eyes as he met Zhang Fengxi's gaze. Of all his celestial subjects, Fengxi was the one who carried himself with the least deference.
Their prior exchanges, both before and after the tragic demise of Xie Jianyu, had forged an unspoken understanding that transcended the usual bow of subservience.
So what made the supreme general willing to grovel before his liege lord, now?
