"I didn't expect that I've gained another title as king, hahaha, there's no need for such formality, everyone."
Jiang Dali stepped forward into the hall, scanning the crowd with eyes that sparkled intensely. He saw the Mongolian Emperor, robust and solid, his skin dark and rugged, not exactly handsome but possessing a formidable, masculine allure, in the prime of his life, filled with ambition.
The surrounding Mongolian upper echelon, regardless of their prowess, felt Jiang Dali's gaze like electric thunder, their hearts jolting, bodies softening, acknowledging that under his famed name, there was no lack of substance. Such a powerful figure—who would dare oppose him?
