Just Like the Sorrow of a Young Man

The emblem of the northern army was actually worn by this white-robed youth.

Then his identity was obvious.

Bob Jorkins cupped his fists and went forward, kneeling on one knee. With a trembling voice, he said, "Martial artist Bob Jorkins greets the Northern King!"

Everyone was silent.

Bob broke out in cold sweat. He was terrified.

Even if his head exploded, he would not have thought that this Commander Neal would descend upon this market.

If he had known earlier, he, Bob Jorkins, would definitely have laid down ten miles of red carpet to welcome the arrival of the Northern King.

Not all martial artists in the world were fierce and aggressive. There were also people they respected.

This person was the northern region's commoner, King Braydon.

Heather Sage smiled playfully and said, "Hehe, martial artist Heather Sage greets the Northern King!"