Hannah was left staring as a young man walked into the room and Fairspring stood up to greet him.
"Your Majesty! It's been a while. How have you been?"
"Senior Fairspring. Please, feel free to call me your junior," the Weapons God said.
"I'm afraid I cannot show such disrespect. Please allow me to continue referring to you as Your Majesty."
Goldsteel shrugged. "If that is what you want."
Hannah watched the man with a look of awe, unable to believe that such a young man could have possibly become a god. If she were told that the young man had only just begun his cultivation journey, she would have no reason to doubt it.
And yet, the aura of his cultivation base in the late Divine Manifestation realm was something she could not deny. Young or not, this was the Weapons God.
Goldsteel's eyes turned toward Hannah a moment later, his gaze quickly judging her. "May I ask who this is? I'm not sure I am acquainted with her."
