C531 Imitation
"Please, have a seat, sir!"
A young warrior at the Martial Pulse Stage slid a chair under Yang Silang's rear with a gesture of respect. Yang Silang acknowledged with a slight nod and was about to sit when another stepped forward, seizing the moment.
"Do you really think this shabby chair suits someone of my stature?"
The man spoke with a menacing tone to the Martial Pulse Stage warrior
