The second man was taciturn, with dark skin. He stood two meters tall and looked imposingly powerful. When he knelt, the very ground seemed to tremble.
"Yang Cunxiao greets Your Majesty!"
The third man was far more composed, with a handsome and masculine face. He spoke with a calm and confident demeanor, "Marquis Zhaowu, Yang Zhaoyuan, greets Your Majesty."
Of the three, Yang Zhaoyuan's cultivation was the highest.
'So that's Yang Zhaoyuan?'
Lu Mingyuan studied the handsome, masculine young man, who stood one-point-nine meters tall.
There had long been rumors in the Northwest.
Yang Zhaoyuan had been groomed as the successor to Prince Zhenbei, Yang Xiao, and was the eldest among his many adopted sons.
Looking at him now, he was indeed a dragon among men.
He had reached the Vajra Realm before the age of thirty.
This level of talent surpassed even that of Huo Hongling.
Lu Mingyuan had heard about this in private from Yang Yingchan before.
