However, the arrogant attitude of Ling Kong Aoyu, as if there was no one else present, did not catch the eyes of anyone present.
"Hmph! Don't think that you won't have the chance to shame yourself tonight just because you're so well-dressed." When their eyes met, even though Ling Kong Aoyu knew that tonight was the day of the coronation of the 30s, he didn't have the bearing of an emperor. He could only take advantage of the sarcasm in his words to divert his jealousy and hatred.
Why! Why? Why was he able to naturally display his kingly stance just like that? And he, Ao Yu, could only be someone else's substitute? When he thought about the fact that an elder was secretly sighing behind his back at the Inherited Ceremony of the Winged Kings two years ago, and the fact that he was inferior
