Among the distinguished guests of the 1645 clan

Wang Xian nodded his head and sat there quietly.

It was obvious that this elder named fiery light didn’t know his identity. It was also possible that he didn’t know that their empress was still alive.

“Clap Clap Clap!”

At this moment, a group of more than a thousand people walked in from the entrance of the Fire Cloud Hall.

“Everyone from the Sacred Fire clan, please take a seat at the side. Our clan elder will be here soon!”

Upon seeing their arrival, fiery light hurriedly greeted them.

“I say, we are from the fire Lark clan. We are here to help you. Why didn’t you prepare to welcome us in advance?”

The two elders who were walking in front revealed displeased expressions as they spoke to fiery light directly.

“I’m sorry, everyone. Please wait for a moment. We will be here soon. Please take a seat!”

Fiery Light pointed at the seat behind Wang Xian with a smile and gestured.

“Are you asking our elders to sit behind a young man?”

“What is the meaning of this?”