Saving the Half-Formed.
<<Fuck! He's coming down here, on your feet, Gate Elder!>>
<<Dammit man! This is day just went from bad to worst!>>
<<Hmmm. >>
Once Gao Ao Long had confirmed the existence of friendly clansmen, he slowly descended to where they were standing, giving them time to kneel.
Even the Fallen Aether Lord, Gao Yu Feng, showed deference to this elder that at a glance, looked more or less the lowliest of beggars.
The only ones who hadn't shown deference yet were the two Zhen Clan elders, who had opted to take fighting stances instead. They had decided it was better to die standing than at the mercy of their ancient foes.
Granted, the recently arrived Aether Emperor hadn't even noticed their existences, as they were mere Aether Grandmasters after all. Besides, he had descendants and clansmen to address.