The gathering of the greatest geniuses of the Empire was abrupt. Some of them were famous but the others kept a low profile.
It'd be difficult to reach out to them for even the king of the strongest kingdom as they'd rather prioritize a bout of training over meaningless political intrigue.
More than five kings had experienced harsh rejections from these proud geniuses. And even some divine rankers were at the receiving end.
In the collective consciousness of the upper elite who were in the same range as these supreme geniuses—kings, divine rankers, empire geniuses—they were aloof, noble, cold and infinitely proud.
But the very same geniuses came rushing to the Hall of Sage in Genesis Empire upon a single notice.
Everything was relative. People would be arrogant only towards the one they could afford to be arrogant. One wrong move towards the wrong person and it'd be the end of the story.
"Greetings, My Lord!"
"Victory be yours!"
