Sal had never met Prince Mingye, who had yet to be born when he went to the Hidden Dragon Continent.

It was reasonable to say that they should not have any enmity between them. But if there were no enmity, how could this Mingye disregard Sal's face at the very first moment they met?

Even Sal couldn't understand that point.

After waiting for four continuous hours, a figure clad in white and surrounded by many undead finally slowly stepped down from the undead's s.h.i.+p.

From head to toe, his dress was as white as snow, but such a white colour only made the originally gray skin of the undead dimmer. He had delicate features, handsome and elegant, but the arrogance visible in the s.p.a.ce between his eyebrows and the corners of his eyes made people feel displeased.

A crowd of high undead surged in front of and behind him. They held up an umbrella to s.h.i.+eld him from the sun and others stood on his left and right to guard him. Everything was complete.

The corner of Sal's mouth couldn't help but twitch when he saw Mingye's show of extravagance.

Exactly for whom was this big squad?

Naturally, it was for him.

“This subordinate named Sal pays respect to His Highness Mingye!” A lot of emotions were suppressed in Sal's heart. He knelt on one knee as soon as Shen Yanxiao arrived at the coast and a.s.sumed the most pious posture.

His Highness was still young and did not know much about him. He believed that His Highness was not an ignorant person.

“It's hot.” A voice of complaint sounded. His Highness, who was supposed to greet Sal, frowned slightly and looked up at the sun in the sky, not even sparing Sal a sidelong glance.

Sal's manners were so harshly thrown aside.

“Your Highness, the sun is hot, please come here.” When the group of royal relatives saw Shen Yanxiao treating Sal so coldly, satisfied smiles blossomed in their hearts.

They were afraid of Sal gaining formidable strength and being valued even higher by the Undead Lord as a result. And if the prince liked him as well, what would they do then?

Wouldn't the whole Howling Abyss become Sal's world?

They would never tolerate such a thing!

So, these few days, they had spared no effort to instill all kinds of issues with Sal in Mingye's mind; and now, it seemed that their plan had worked!

Everyone was overjoyed ah!

The royal relatives were all laughing in extreme happiness.

They were very comfortable to see Sal eat dirt.

Shen Yanxiao pulled apart her legs and walked with a graceful pace. She went to the temporary tent and sat down, completely ignoring Sal, who was still kneeling on the ground.

This blatant disregard was tantamount to slapping Sal's face in front of all the undead present.

When did Sal suffer such humiliation as the commander of the army of undead?

Despite Sal's patient temperament, at this time, his face could also not help but darken.

Shen Yanxiao was laughing in her heart. What she did just now was truly rude to the extreme. For a slightly less tolerant undead, it was estimated that this scene would make them fly into a rage at once.

Anyway, if Long Yue dared to put such spectacle in front of her, Shen Yanxiao would certainly chop him into pieces on the spot.

But Sal didn't explode in anger. He just knelt on his knee and remained motionless, as if Shen Yanxiao's actions had not upset him in the slightest.

The group of royal relatives graciously brought Shen Yanxiao some tea and water. From time to time, they would take a glance at Sal, who was kneeling on the ground, with their gloating eyes. In their hearts, they praised their prince's arrogance thirty-two times.

What general? In front of the prince, didn't he still need to kneel down honestly and let the prince hit him in the face? Did he have the courage to resist?

If he dared to resist, he would be accused of beating the prince and their Lord would cut him down in minutes.

The group of undead that Sal had brought with him watched their leader kneeling on the ground and being ignored, and their expressions were unsightly to the extreme.