Li Changsheng and Mir headed to the Primordial Beginning Holy Land's meeting hall under Qing Yuan's lead.
Inside, many Quasi-Emperor ancestors still remained seated, and as Li Changsheng and Mir stepped inside the room, their gazes all focused on them.
All of them seemed dumbfounded when seeing Mir walk behind Li Changsheng like a loyal follower.
Although they already knew this from the report made by Qing Yuan, hearing it from somebody's words and witnessing it personally was different after all.
They were still having a hard time comprehending how the former majestic Queen of the Primordial Earth Dragon tribe could act so subserviently to a weak cultivator like Li Changsheng.
Li Changsheng could guess what their thoughts were, but it didn't make him waver in the slightest. He walked to the center of the hall, holding his head high with a confident step.
