Everyone could sense that the old man was merely a deity with Intermediate Divine Power.
This undisguised arrogance made everyone frown involuntarily.
"Who are you?"
Wang Jiangchen took a step forward, his face showing anger as he questioned the old man.
The reason being nothing else but the old man's disrespectful gaze towards Bai Yan.
"In consideration of your ignorance, I forgive you this once! I am acting on the will of Poseidon, Master of the Sea, having guarded this place for tens of thousands of years, all to await the revival of the Spiritual Energy of the Main Plane, so that the Holy Light of Atlantis may shine over the entire plane!"
"You may address me as 'My Lord', or 'Divine Envoy, My Lord'!"
The old man said in a manic tone.
The conversations' undisguised arrogance and haughtiness made everyone frown again.
