The more Murong Ziqi spoke, the stranger he found the expressions on the faces of Zhao Zetian and her companions. Finally, he stopped. "Do you find something amusing? What is so funny?"
The pressure of his Innate aura surged forth, forcing Zhao Zetian and the others to straighten their expressions.
"Didn’t you just say you look to your teacher as if he were your own father?" Mouse Tooth chuckled. "Mr. Wu Tian is so young, yet you wish to be his son. How could we not laugh?"
Zhao Zetian and the others nodded in agreement; that was precisely why they had been looking at Murong Ziqi so strangely.
"What? You’re also here for Wu Tian?" Murong Ziqi couldn’t help but exclaim, his shout drawing the attention of Murong Yezi, Murong Guangfu, and the others nearby.
Murong Ziqi felt as if he had turned to stone, frozen to the spot.
Murong Guangfu felt as if his head had struck a massive rock, leaving him completely dazed. The other Murong disciples were equally dumbfounded.
Wudang Mountain, the Imperial Kitchen, the Zhao Family from Hong Kong, the tomb-raiding commanders... these names might not be famous in the business world, but in the Jianghu, their current reputations surpassed even that of the Murong Family. And they were all here because of Wu Tian? What merit or ability could he possibly possess?
Even Murong Dawei couldn’t understand it. He knew Wu Tian was a descendant of a Prime Minister, but he still couldn’t make sense of this situation. A Prime Minister should have no connection with the sects of the Jianghu. So why had these sect disciples come here for Wu Tian?
Seeing that Murong Ziqi was dumbstruck, Mouse Tooth, Zhao Zetian, and the others couldn’t be bothered with him and simply walked over to Wu Tian’s side.
Upon arriving, they immediately sought out Murong Yezi. "You must be our honored hostess," they said respectfully. "Happy birthday!"
This idea had come from Zhao Zetian. They all knew that to follow Wu Tian, they had to appeal to his tastes. Sometimes, showing respect to those around him pleased him more than direct reverence.
The people from Wudang said in unison, "Happy birthday!"
The power of so many voices speaking as one, brimming with internal energy, made the atmosphere feel even more festive to Murong Yezi.
The Murong disciples, however, were utterly overwhelmed. They felt foolish for ever having coveted the Qin Corporation. How foolish? Looking at the current lineup, it was clear the Murong Family wouldn’t be swallowing the Qin Corporation. Instead, the Murong Family was about to be swallowed by it.
Many Murong disciples were already thinking of leaving Yang City. Others were simply grateful to still be alive.
Murong Zhongzheng was overjoyed. Seeing his daughter now surrounded by such powerful figures, he trembled with excitement.
Murong Guangfu, on the other hand, felt as if he’d been struck by lightning and nearly fainted. He simply couldn’t understand how these people had become acquainted with Wu Tian and Murong Yezi.
Never mind him; even Murong Yezi herself was baffled amidst her great joy.
"Excuse me," Murong Yezi began, "why have you all come to my birthday party?"
Murong Guangfu and Murong Ziqi held their breath, waiting to hear what the disciples from the Jianghu sects would say. This was the question they all wanted answered.
The Wudang disciples, the Zhao sisters, and the youths of the Huang Family then walked before the little one. Under the confused gazes of Murong Yezi, Qin Yuhan, and the others, they knelt on one knee. "Greetings, our Liege!"
"Liege?"

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