Because here, there was at least a dozen of Innate Martial Artists.
However, Yang Zhenshan wished to be inconspicuous, yet someone did not want him to keep a low profile.
"Is Marquis Jing'an present?"
A sudden aged voice came from above.
Yang Zhenshan shivered and quickly stepped out of the line, folded his fists and bowed deeply, saying: "Your servant is here!"
Emperor Chengping leaned against the armrest of the dragon throne, his eyes, murky with age, looking down at Yang Zhenshan.
"Not bad, I was not wrong about you, you've done very well!"
"Wait, don't leave after this, I still have questions for you!"
Emperor Chengping said approvingly.
Upon hearing this, Yang Zhenshan immediately sighed with relief.
Good, the old Emperor held no ill will towards him!
"Your servant will obey the order!"
In fact, Yang Zhenshan was not aware that Emperor Chengping had always had a good impression of him.
