"The Emperor is coming?"
At that sound, people's eyes widened in astonishment, their expressions varied.
Even Han Qixian showed a look of great surprise.
But Wanyan Zong Pan revealed an expression of unbridled joy and turned to look back over his shoulder.
In the company of a group of golden-armored guards, one man walked slowly at the forefront. Upon seeing the face of that man, Wanyan Zong Pan, standing in front of the hall, immediately knelt down and intoned, "Long live my Emperor, long live, long live!"
As that man walked past Wanyan Zong Pan, he merely said, "Rise."
The hall fell silent.
Wanyan Zonghan, who had been in control of the situation, initially showed surprise at the sight of the newcomer and then a hint of fear appeared on his face. When the man reached him, they locked in a tense standoff for a brief moment, after which Wanyan Zonghan finally bent his knee and knelt down, slowly saying, "Long live my Emperor!"