"Greetings, sir, I've come to seek Master Situ's guidance."
In front of a chancellor's gate, even a seventh-rank official has to bow; thus, Xu Fan, merely an underling to Situ Jing, possessed a status far superior to my own.
Moreover, his cultivation level had already reached the Innate stage, which was something I could not even think of provoking.
At this point, Ye Chongshan halted in his steps, proceeding to ask the Sword-carrying Slave how he was with utmost respect.
Stealing a glance at the Sword-carrying Slave, for some reason, he felt that something was amiss.
The man's complexion was not good, as if he had sustained an injury, and another thing, it seemed as though he was harboring an immense rage.
"The master is currently undergoing his cultivation routine. Whatever business you have, you can tell me instead."
The murmuring Ye Chongshan had engaged in during his approach had not escaped the Sword-carrying Slave's ears.
