Tang Qianluo patted the armrest of his chair and said loudly, "I've heard a lot about you, King Zhou. You're indeed a dragon among men, a young hero."
"Senior Tang, you flatter me." Zhou Shu didn't know how to address Tang Qianluo, so he could only address him as senior.
"What can I do for you, Senior Tang?"
Although Zhou Shu had thought of negotiating with the higher-ups of these grotto-heavens, he didn't expect Tang Qianluo to come so quickly and find him directly.
Logically speaking, even if the higher-ups of these grotto-heavens wanted to talk to someone, they should go to the emperors of the Ten Nations.
"King Zhou, please sit," Tang Qianluo said unhurriedly. He raised his hand and beckoned, and a chair automatically flew behind Zhou Shu.
His every move was without any aura, like an immortal.
Zhou Shu's expression didn't change as he sat down.
