Yu Qiushui caught up and bowed respectfully to the old man.
The old man, Mansion Master Chen, gave a slight nod and said casually,
"Remember to be careful with your words and actions. Watch from a distance, and do not show the slightest hint of disrespect."
Chu Tiancheng followed behind the old man, asking curiously as they walked toward the center of the Emperor Capital,
"Mansion Master, who... who exactly are we going to pay homage to?"
The dignified old man lowered his head in a mixture of reverence and awe before whispering,
"Naturally, we are to have an audience with His Majesty."
Chu Tiancheng's and Yu Qiushui's pupils contracted. 'His... His Majesty?'
In their twenty thousand years in the Dao Dynasty, they had naturally heard the name of the Lord of the Dao Dynasty.
He had established this dynasty thirty thousand years ago, holding sway over All Realms and worlds, his influence piercing through all of history. He was a figure of unimaginable greatness!
