Instantaneously, music stopped, eyes widened, tension rose, and apprehension filled the air. The water alliance king's hand trembled while he struggled to not let his face distort.
What was this?
This was insult. Naked, unrestrained insult meant to shame him before his house. In his more than one thousand years of life, Ernst von Gradl had never suffered such a slight. And even if he were thick-skinned, this would still be hard to bear.
"You are going too far!"
A voice boomed from Krann's left. Turning toward its origin, he saw a paragon spirit man that seemed to be in his mid-twenties. Boasting a seventh step Semi-Saint cultivation base and adorning unique princely attire, his status wasn't hard to guess.
He was the more than four hundred years old alliance crown prince.
"Excuse me? Who might you be?"
But Krann didn't seem to recognize him. As the crown prince's outburst still echoed within the room, his eyes showed confusion.
"You!"