"Tian Ya."
Just as the crowd was wondering, a helpless voice came out from the sky, and a navy-robed old man came into the people's sight. The old man looked over fifty years old but wrinkles were hardly seen on his ruddy face. It would be hard to tell his real age if it were not for his gray hair.
"President."
Seeing the old man who suddenly appeared, all the people in the square fell to their knees. Only Tian Ya and Yun Luofeng were still standing motionlessly.
Seeing this, Lin Yating gnashed her teeth. She felt suffocated as if a hand was squeezing her heart.
Why do I have to get on my knees, while Yun Luofeng can still stand? One day, I will have all of these people grovel at my feet and beg for my mercy!
