A faint trace of murderous intent flitted through Yang Yuanqing's eyes as he stood beside Jingtai.
"Then why did you not kneel today?"
Jingtai continued to ask.
Chen Yuan furrowed his brows and let out a long breath:
"Your servant..."
"Enough, if you do not wish to kneel then let it be. Martial Artists should possess a fearless heart; I will not compel you," Jingtai said indifferently.
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
Chen Yuan breathed a sigh of relief. If Jingtai had insisted, he felt that today he might have had no choice but to kneel, yet he truly did not wish to bow to anyone.
Some might call it pretentiousness, among other things.
But to him, kneeling as a form of salute was somewhat unacceptable, making him feel like a servant.
The murderous look in Yang Yuanqing's eyes grew more vigorous. He had been reprimanded by Jingtai and made to kneel like a dog, while Chen Yuan was granted permission not to kneel,
How could he not feel jealous?
