Although his hair was silver, the skin on his face was tight and his complexion ruddy, making it impossible to imagine he was a centenarian just by looking at his face. It was only those light blue eyes that revealed a kind of timeless melancholy.
Dressed in a star-patterned blue robe that was exquisitely crafted yet not ostentatious, he exuded a steady demeanor and a vigorous spirit.
Marquis Hulan immediately guessed the visitor's identity: Ovijou, the high priest of the Starfire Sect, second only to the unseen pope in terms of power and status.
It was said that the wizard worshipped by the royal family died at the hands of this high priest!
This was a formidable figure even stronger than a wizard!
Marquis Hulan stood up.
In the presence of such a powerful person, even he dared not rely on his marquis status and treat him lightly.
"A pleasure to meet you, Marquis Hulan."
"I apologize for being in seclusion and unable to personally welcome you before."
