Now he's here.
Must have a motive.
"Announce."
Zhao Feng addressed the Army Marquis waiting in the hall.
"Yes."
The Army Marquis quickly retreated.
Before long.
A bald monk, dressed in a monk robe and holding Buddha beads, arrived at the Morning Discussion Hall.
The monk.
Had never entered Shenzhou in this era.
The entire court of civil and military officials looked curiously at this bald monk, all with a hint of curiosity.
"Amitabha."
"I, Fa Lin, greet Emperor Qin."
After entering the hall, the monk made a gesture with both hands clasped in front of Ying Zheng.
"How presumptuous."
"Foreigners appearing before His Majesty, should they not perform the kneeling ceremony."
Wang Jian stood out, speaking coldly.
"Kneel."
Numerous military officials shouted angrily.
At this moment, a wave of martial pressure appeared.
The monk glanced at Wang Jian and many military officials with a slight change in expression, evidently sensing the presence of Martial True Qi.
