Zhao Jincheng's kneeling brought a truly earth-shattering shock.
Among the over a hundred guests in the inner hall, half of them instantly felt their eyeballs on the verge of popping out and rolling all over the place. Many even choked on their fine wine, moisturizing their alveoli.
Among these people were sect leaders, wealthy merchants, and renowned independent cultivators with awe-inspiring cultivation. Though all well-experienced and battle-hardened, the scene before them was beyond anyone's imagination.
What on earth is going on here!?
One is disrespectfully old, seeking a husband for his granddaughter at a hundred-year-old birthday banquet, and expecting them to marry on the spot with just a few words, more skilled than a pimp in a red-light district!
The other is even worse. The moment he opens his mouth, he kneels on the ground, calling him grandpa with such familial affection, hungrier than a client who's been deprived for too long!
