"Greetings to the Young Eastern King!"
The crowd around them bowed one after another, showing the utmost respect.
Even Tan Yuanhai and other dignitaries of the National Medical Institute revealed a look of shock and apprehension on their faces upon seeing the Young Eastern King.
Clearly, they had long since developed a shadow in their hearts regarding the Young Eastern King's methods.
"Lord Nanjiang, we finally meet!" The Young Eastern King said with a smile, which was very modest.
Chen Xuan was somewhat stunned; he had never expected that the Young Eastern King—who maneuvered behind the scenes and contended with the three major families of the north, south, and west—would be so young.
At the age of sixteen or seventeen, he was almost considered a junior in front of the thirty-something Chen Xuan.
"What business does the Young Eastern King have with me?" Chen Xuan asked in a deep voice.