"Greetings, Your Imperial Majesty."
Jiang Yan and Ji Haori offered slight salutes, cupping their fists in respect toward Ning Jiansheng. As the reigning Holy Emperor, he was owed at least a modicum of face. Besides, Ning Jiansheng's cultivation was far stronger than Jiang Yan had imagined, reaching at least the Fourth Layer of the Dao Cutting Realm.
"You two young friends need stand on no ceremony. Please, take your seats."
Chapter 65