Sal had never met Prince Mingye. When he went to the Hidden Dragon Continent, Mingye was not yet born.

It was reasonable to say that there should be no grudge between the two of them, but if there was no grudge, why would Mingye throw a tantrum in their first meeting?

Even Sal could not understand this.

After waiting for four whole hours, a snow-white figure, surrounded by many undeads, finally stepped down from the ship.

His white clothes were as white as snow, but this touch of white made the originally gray skin on him become dimmer. His delicate facial features were handsome and elegant, but the arrogance between his eyebrows and the corners of his eyes could easily make people unhappy.

High-level undeads surrounded him on all sides, holding umbrellas to block the sun and supporting the left and right flank.

After Sal saw Mingye’s extravagance, the corner of his mouth could not help but twitch.

Who were they doing such a big show for?

Naturally, it was him.

“This subordinate Sal pays respect to His Highness Mingye!” No matter how many emotions were suppressed in his heart, Sal knelt on one knee the moment Shen Yanxiao arrived at the coast and assumed the most pious posture.

His Highness was young and did not know him well. He believed that His Highness was not an unreasonable person.

“So hot.” A complaint sounded slightly. His Highness Mingye, who was supposed to greet Sal, frowned slightly and looked up at the sun in the sky, not even sparing Sal a glance.

Sal’s etiquette was thrown aside just like that.

“Your Highness, the sun is scorching. Please come this way.” When the group of royal relatives saw Shen Yanxiao treating Sal so coldly, all of them smiled internally.

They were afraid that Sal would seize great power and gain the attention of the Undead Lord. If the crown prince were to favor him too, what could they do?

Wouldn’t that mean that the entire Howling Abyss was under Sal’s control?

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They could not tolerate such a thing!

Therefore, these days, they had spared no effort to instill Sal’s mistakes into Shen Yanxiao’s mind. Now, it seemed that their hard work had paid off!

They were overjoyed!

The group of royal relatives laughed happily.

They felt comfortable to see Sal suffer.

Shen Yanxiao strode forward with elegant steps and sat down in the temporary tent, completely ignoring Sal who was still kneeling on the ground.

This kind of disregard was equivalent to slapping Sal’s face in front of all the undeads present.

As the commander-in-chief of the undead army, when had Sal ever suffered such humiliation?

Even Sal’s face darkened at this moment.

Shen Yanxiao laughed in her heart. Her actions were really disrespectful to the extreme. If Sal were a slightly more temperamental undead, Sal would probably explode on the spot.

In any case, if Long Yue dared to put on such airs in front of her back then, Shen Yanxiao would definitely chop him up on the spot.

However, Sal did not explode. He just knelt on the ground without moving, as if Shen Yanxiao’s actions did not make him vexed.

The group of royal relatives eagerly served Shen Yanxiao tea and water. From time to time, they would glance at Sal who was kneeling on the ground with gloating eyes. They praised their prince’s arrogance in their hearts!

So what if he was a general? In front of the prince, he still had to kneel obediently. So what if the prince slapped your face? Did he dare to resist?

If he dared to resist, they would accuse him of beating the prince and the Undead Lord would cut him up in minutes!

The group of subordinates brought by Sal looked at their leader kneeling on the ground and being ignored. All of their expressions were extremely ugly.