He restrained his aura, slowly descended to the ground, and cupped his hands.
"Ah, so it's a friend from Purple Mist Sacred Land. I am the Luoyun City Lord. I apologize for any offense just now."
The young man in the purple robe, seeing that the other recognized his identity, had an even prouder expression on his face.
"I am Luo Xiutian, the former Saint Heir of Purple Mist Sacred Land, and these are my junior brothers and sisters. Luoyun City Lord, your actions just now were a great disrespect to my Purple Mist Sacred Land!"
Cold sweat emerged on the forehead of the Luoyun City Lord. Purple Mist Sacred Land is one of the six top forces in the cultivation world; even a random elder could destroy his Luoyun City, let alone this genius disciple cultivated by the sacred land in front of him.
"Please forgive me, Saint Son Luo!"
The Luoyun City Lord hurriedly apologized.
"I was temporarily distracted by the pain of losing my son and meant no offense!"
"The pain of losing a son?"
