Dressed in a luxurious brocade, Nie Teng stood with his hands clasped behind his back. Glancing at Murong Bo who stood before him, he asked in a distinguished tone that hinted at his well-born status, "And you must be Sun Glory's Ruler, Murong Bo?"
"Yes, it is I, your humble host," he answered without hesitation. Before him, he dared not claim his sovereignty, and so he lowered the status by which he introduced himself. His Royal Highness, a prince of a sixth-grade country, far outranked him. To him, though Murong Bo was the ruler of an entire country, it amounted to of merit little in comparison.
Not to mention...
He furtively glanced at the eight people in his entourage and nearly swooned. All eight of them were immortal cultivators, surely with inestimable power! With a single look, Murong Bo could sense their intimidating potential, sending him into a cold sweat. Sure enough, immortal cultivators were leagues apart from mystic cultivators!
