"The more you act like this, the more uncomfortable we feel," Femi Kabbah said helplessly.
Garvie Nantz's constant concessions made the three of them feel even more uneasy.
Despite their conversation, it was clear that the four didn't regard Royal Lenihan and the others as equals.
Although they were all gods of the Divine Palace, Garvie and his companions saw them as nothing more than temporary obstacles on their path of cultivation—opponents who would eventually be defeated and surpassed.
There was no need to dwell on them.
When they returned to their residence, Garvie went to the top of the hall and bowed. "Master!"
"What is it?" Braydon Neal asked, eyes closed as he continued his nirvana.
Garvie didn't hold anything back. "The divine palace plans to establish a tenth palace under your leadership, with nine main peaks under its jurisdiction. It will serve as a training ground to recruit disciples of the divine palace."
